Sometimes, comics will make the observation that it's not jokes that are funny, it's characters that are funny. And isn't that true! That's why I always kill jokes. I'm terrible at them, because I get the joke right, but I can't get the character right, and it just goes down like a lead balloon.

Intelligence plus character-that is the goal of true education.

Martin Luther King Jr.

I think that I am too warm to negatively judge individuals, yet I am cold enough to negatively judge humanity.

Criss Jami

There is nothing so well known as that we should not expect something for nothing - but we all do and call it Hope.

E. W. Howe

It takes time to save time.

Joe Taylor

Good parties create a temporary youthfulness.

Mason Cooley

When a thought is too weak to be expressed simply, it should be rejected.

Marquis De Vauvenargues

It is this mythical, or rather symbolic, content of the religious traditions which is likely to come into conflict with science. This occurs whenever this religious stock of ideas contains dogmatically fixed statements on subjects which belong in the domain of science.

Albert Einstein

The south produced statesmen and soldiers, planters and doctors and lawyers and poets, but certainly no engineers and mechanics. Let Yankees adopt such low callings. Gone With The Wind

Margaret Mitchell

People have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one is that for which they will forsake the others.

Marcel Proust

America is a land where men govern, but women rule.

John Mason Brown

Both the Oblation Board and the Specters of Indifference are bewitched by this truth about human beings: that innocence is different from experience. The Oblation Board fears and hates Dust, and the Specters feast on it, but it's Dust both of them are obsessed by.

Philip Pullman

I thought how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few who consider its physical hugeness, its rough enormity. It is still a disparate monstrosity, full of solitudes, barrens, wilds. It still dwarfs, terrifies, crushes. The rivers still roar, the mountains still crash, the winds still shatter. Man is an affair of cities. His gardens, orchards and fields are mere scrapings. Somehow, however, he has managed to shut out the face of the giant from his windows. But the giant is there, nevertheless.

Wallace Stevens, Letters