I have a theory because I was being beaten up a lot by people outside of school, it was almost like if I could make myself sick enough they'd take sympathy on me.

There's one blessing only, the source and cornerstone of beatitude -- confidence in self.

Seneca (Seneca the Elder)

Sometimes nudity is gratuitous. We just live in a society where everything goes.

Judi Dench

Most of the top actors and actresses may be working in ten or twelve films at the same time, so they will give one director two hours and maybe shoot in Bombay in the morning and Madras in the evening. It happens.

Satyajit Ray

How easy it is to judge rightly after one sees what evil comes from judging wrongly!

Elizabeth Gaskell

Think of the life of the working woman as the decathlon. If you even finish it's a miracle.

Barbara Dale

Get around people who have something of value to share with you. Their impact will continue to have a significant effect on your life long they have departed.

Jim Rohn

Strength is a matter of a made up mind.

John Beecher

Overcoming my dad telling me that I could never amount to anything is what has made me the megalomaniac that you see today.

Bono

We're definitely a hodgepodge of influences. Mine, most heavily, would be Southern rock - the Allman Brothers, Lynyrd Skynyrd and stuff like that. Hillary is more from the country side - her mom is Linda Davis, a country singer. Dave, he's a big fan of the Eagles and like that.

Charles Kelley

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

Virgil

The shortest and surest way of arriving at real knowledge is to unlearn the lessons we have been taught, to mount the first principles, and take nobody's word about them.

Henry Bolingbroke

We had a little slave boy whom we had hired from some one, there in Hannibal. He was from the Eastern Shore of Maryland, and had been brought away from his family and his friends, half way across the American continent, and sold. He was a cheery spirit, innocent and gentle, and the noisiest creature that ever was, perhaps. All day long he was singing, whistling, yelling, whooping, laughing - it was maddening, devastating, unendurable. At last, one day, I lost all my temper, and went raging to my mother, and said Sandy had been singing for an hour without a single break, and I couldn't stand it, and wouldn't she please shut him up.The tears came into her eyes, and her lip trembled, and she said something like this - 'Poor thing, when he sings, it shows that he is not remembering, and that comforts me; but when he is still, I am afraid he is thinking, and I cannot bear it. He will never see his mother again; if he can sing, I must not hinder it, but be thankful for it. If you were older, you would understand me; then that friendless child's noise would make you glad.' It was a simple speech, and made up of small words, but it went home, and Sandy's noise was not a trouble to me any more.

Mark Twain