I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.

I was born to a single mom and raised by her and my grandparents.

Anthony Foxx

Perhaps people, and kids especially, are spoiled today, because all the kids today have cars, it seems. When I was young you were lucky to have a bike.

James Cagney

When they favor the access of other people to education and health care, the countries of the North not only demonstrate generosity or solidarity, but also implement the principles of respecting and promoting human rights.

Omar Bongo

Failure is a steppingstone to poverty, Cosmic Ordering is an elevator to success.

Stephen Richards

When you have vision it affects your attitude. Your attitude is optimistic rather than pessimistic.

Charles R. Swindoll

If I were sufficiently romantic I suppose I'd have killed myself long ago just to make people talk about me. I haven't even got the conviction to make a successful drunkard.

John Dos Passos

Justice is always violent to the party offending, for every man is innocent in his own eyes.

Daniel Defoe

Amorous cat, alasYou too must yowl with your love...or even worse, without!

Yaha

All of the people in my building are insane. The guy above medesigns synthetic hairballs for ceramic cats. The lady acrossthe hall tried to rob a department store... With a pricinggun... She said, Give me all of the money in the vault, or I'mmarking down everything in the store.

Steven Wright

He that has light within his own cleer brestMay sit ith center, and enjoy bright day,But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughtsBenighted walks under the mid-day Sun;Himself is his own dungeon.

John Milton

My mother never breastfed me. She told me that she only liked me as a friend.

Rodney Dangerfield

... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy -- that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.

Douglas Fairbanks