There is a time for risky love. There is a time for extravagant gestures. There is a time to pour out your affections on one you love. And when the time comes - seize it, don't miss it.

It requires a great deal of faith for a man to be cured by his own placebos.

John L. Mcclenahan

In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.

Simone de Beauvoir

All are agreed, that the increase of learning and good morals are great blessings to society.

Joseph Lancaster

Discovery is seeing what everybody else has seen, and thinking what nobody else has thought.

Albert SzentGyorgyi

One to destroy, is murder by the law and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.

Edward Young

In a higher phase of communist society... only then can the narrow horizon of bourgeois right be fully left behind and society inscribe on its banners: from each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.

Karl Marx

Macbeth:If we should fail?Lady Macbeth:We fail?But screw your courage to the sticking place,And we'll not fail.

William Shakespeare

So many people of color who made major contributions to American history have been trapped in the purgatory of history.

Henry Louis Gates

I have no fear that the candle lighted in Palestine years ago will ever be put out.

Dean Inge

Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.

Aristotle

It will be very generally found that those who will sneer habitually at human nature, and affect to despise it, are among its worst and least pleasant samples

Charles Dickens

Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat,Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,Unseen thy little branches greet;...No roving foot shall crush thee here,...No busy hand provoke a tear.By Nature's self in white arrayed,She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,And planted here the gaurdian shade,And sent soft waters murmuring by;...Thus quietly thy summer goes,...Thy days declinging to repose.Smit with those charms, that must decay,I grieve to see your future doom;They died--nor were those flowers more gay,The flowers that did in Eden bloom;...Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power...Shall leave no vestige of this flower.From morning suns and evenign dewsAt first thy little being came:If nothing once, you nothing lose,For when you die you are the same;...The space between, is but an hour,...The frail duration of a flower.

Philip Freneau, The Wild HoneySu