The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.

We swallow with one gulp the lie that flatters us, and drink drop by drop the truth which is bitter to us.

Denis Diderot

He presents me with what is always an acceptable gift who brings me news of a great thought before unknown. He enriches me without impoverishing himself.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

I love to hunt, man. Went hunting once near a nuclear power plant and got myself a 34-point rabbit. We usually go there at night, cause all the critters glow in the dark!

Larry the Cable Guy

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

Virginia Woolf

Style is a reflection of your attitude and your personality.

Shawn Ashmore

The grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love and something to hope for.

Joseph Addison

People's beliefs don't exist in isolation. Everyone's firmly held beliefs exert an enormous pressure on everyone else.

Orson Scott Card

Postmodernists believe that truth is myth, and myth, truth. This equation has its roots in pop psychology. The same people also believe that emotions are a form of reality. There used to be another name for this state of mind. It used to be called psychosis.

Brad Holland

When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking.

Albert Einstein

There is no such thing, at this date of the world's history, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dares to write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be so foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my paper, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth; to lie outright; to pervert; to vilify; to fawn at the feet of mammon, and to sell the country for his daily bread. You know it and I know it and what folly is this toasting an independent press. We are the tools and vassals of the rich men behind the scenes. We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.

John Swinton, a toast before the

Protecting the rights of even the least individual among us is basically the only excuse the government has for even existing.

Ronald Reagan

Prove that you love me through a lingering gaze, and never losing that twinkle of adoration in your eyes.

Richelle E. Goodrich