Sex is the mysticism of materialism and the only possible religion in a materialistic society.

Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding.

David Hume

Most people think of success and failure as opposites, but they both are products of the same process.

Roger von Oech

No poem is easily grasped so why should any reader expect fast results?

John Barton

We must remember that politics is more than a power game. The core of politics in my view is to serve our citizens, to serve our fellow human beings.

Kjell Magne Bondevik

Miracles are (in late documents, I believe) recorded of the Buddha. But what could be more absurd than that he who came to teach us that Nature is an illusion from which we must escape should occupy himself in producing effects on the Natural level-that he who comes to wake us from the nightmare should add to the nightmare? The more we respect his teaching the less we could accept his miracles.

C.S. Lewis

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you the doors of breath, Seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

William Shakespeare

You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Politics is not really my thing.

John Malkovich

Blanche talks about aging, and why should she be considered poor, because physical beauty is transitory and fading and she has such richness of the soul. I think that speech is so beautiful, and so telling and so true.

Delta Burke

My friends seem much more excited about my doing Anastasia than Brainstorm... and to tell you the truth, I feel the same way.

Natalie Wood

Children's liberation is the next item on our civil rights shopping list.

Letty Cottin Pogrebin

I remember: it happened yesterday, or eternities ago. A young Jewish boy discovered the Kingdom of Night. I remember his bewilderment, I remember his anguish. It all happened so fast. The ghetto. The deportation. The sealed cattle car. The fiery altar upon which the history of our people and the future of mankind were meant to be sacrificed.I remember he asked his father: Can this be true? This is the twentieth century, not the Middle Ages. Who would allow such crimes to be committed? How could the world remain silent?And now the boy is turning to me. Tell me, he asks, what have you done with my future, what have you done with your life? And I tell him that I have tried. That I have tried to keep memory alive, that I have tried to fight those who would forget. Because if we forget, we are guilty, we are accomplices.And then I explain to him how na

Elie Wiesel, Nobel Acceptance Sp