]Sardisoften turning her thoughts here]you like a goddessand in your song most of all she rejoiced.But now she is conspicuous among Lydian womenas sometimes at sunsetthe rosyfingered moonsurpasses all the stars. And her lightstretches over salt seaequally and flowerdeep fields.And the beautiful dew is poured outand roses bloom and frailchervil and flowering sweetclover.But she goes back and forth rememberinggentle Atthis and in longingshe bites her tender mind

Do you have to have a reason for loving?

Brigitte Bardot

It was good to travel to the other side of the world.

Andre Braugher

Nature soaks every evil with either fear or shame.

Tertullian

Theater has to resonate in your heart in a way that movies don't.

Harvey Fierstein

For capitalism, war and peace are business and nothing but business.

Karl Liebknecht

Only the traveling is good which reveals to me the value of home and enables me to enjoy it better.

Henry David Thoreau

The silent influence of books, is a mighty power in the world; and there is a joy in reading them known only to those who read them with desire and enthusiasm. Silent, passive, and noiseless though they be, they yet set in action countless multitudes, and change the order of nations.

Henry Giles

A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to kill him.

Winston Churchill

Change is not always accomplished peacefully, but that does not make it disadventageous.

Cassandra Clare

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

Doug Larson

Americans are free to choose everything from what they eat, drive and watch on TV to the President of the United States. Yet, when it comes to allowing Americans to choose the health insurance that works best for them and their family, the freedom to choose suddenly becomes un-American.

Ron Wyden

Okay. You are somewhere, at least in theory, between Butte and Mobile, going faster than sound in a long metal container that is not in physical contact with anything. A slight jiggling sensation at your prostate (if you have one) is, essentially, all that is holding you up 30,000 feet above something that looks like a badly distressed suede jacket, but is in fact the surface of the earth. You have been served a brown puddle with a lump in it, a rectangle of pale-yellow congealment, and some kind of mineral-based salad. There is a wheeeeengneeeenngn noise. The jiggle-at-the-prostate feeling gives way to a kind of giving-way sensation. You are swallowed by a cloud. Rule one: Maintain perspective.

Roy Blount, Jr.