The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate it.

We could all do with a bit more joy in our lives couldn't we? The wonderful thing is that when we start spreading joy, we begin to actually experience more joy in our lives too!

Steve Goodier

Conversation enriches the understanding; but solitude is the school of genius.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

An event has happened, upon which it is difficult to speak, and impossible to be silent.

Edmund Burke

In my early 20s I was so miserable doing construction, I wanted something that paid money. I liked nice stuff. I liked cars and architecture, and things that cost money. I wanted to not swing a hammer, and make money... and not do stuff that was dirty. I attempted to get into comedy. I started to do stand-up, but I wasn't very good at it.

Adam Carolla

There is more sophistication and less sense in New York than anywhere else on the globe.

Don Herold

Consensus is what many people say in chorus but do not believe as individuals.

Abba Eban

Never underestimate the power of jealousy and the power of envy to destroy. Never underestimate that.

Oliver Stone

Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses -- that man your navy, and recruit your army -- that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people.

Lord (George Gordon) Byron

While walking in a toy store The day before today,I overheard a Crayon BoxWith many things to say.I don't like red! said Yellow.And Green said, Nor do I!And no one here likes Orange,But no one knows quite why.We are a box of crayonsthat really doesn't get along,Said Blue to all the others.Something here is wrong!Well, i bought that box of crayonsAnd took it home with meAnd laid out all the crayonsSo the crayons could all seeThey watched me as I coloredWith Red and Blue and GreenAnd Black and White and OrangeAnd every color in betweenThey watched as Green became the grassAnd Blue became the sky.The Yellow sun was shining brightOn White clouds drifting by.Colors changing as they touched,Becoming something new.They watched me as I colored.They watched till I was through.And when I'd finally finished,I began to walk away.And as I did the Crayon boxHad something more to say...I do like Red! said the YellowAnd Green said, So do I!And Blue you are terrific!So high up in the sky.We are a Box of CrayonsEach of us unique,But when we get togetherThe picture is complete.

Anon., Box Of Crayons (Original

And what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.

Plato

Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is beauty in the character. When there is beauty in the character, there is harmony in the home. When there is harmony in the home, there is order in the nation. When there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world.

A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind.

Albert Einstein