There are no true friends in politics. We are all sharks circling, and waiting, for traces of blood to appear in the water.

Love makes everything complicated.

Elie Wiesel

Slowness to change usually means fear of the new.

Phil Crosby

A man is too apt to forget that in this world he cannot have everything. A choice is all that is left him.

Harry Mathews

Every stage of human life, except the last, is marked out by certain and defined limits; old age alone has no precise and determinate boundary.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

Food is not just eating energy. It's an experience.

Guy Fieri

Go, forget me - why should sorrow, O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me - and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.

Charles Wolfe

Neurosis is always a substitute for legitimate suffering.

Carl Gustav Jung

There are now a days professors of philosophy but not philosophers.

Henry David Thoreau

The Lord often has his prophets climb mountains to converse with Him. I always wondered why He did that, and now I know the answer: when we are on high, we can see everything else as small. Our glory and sadness lose their importance. Whatever we conquered or lost remains there below. From the heights of the mountain, you see how large the world is, and how wide its horizons.

Paulo Coelho

He that is pushing his predecessors into the gulf of obscurity, cannot but sometimes suspect, that he must himself sink in like manner, and, as he stands upon the same precipice, be swept away with the same violence

Samuel Johnson

In each age men of genius undertake the ascent. From below, the world follows them with their eyes. These men go up the mountain, enter the clouds, disappear, reappear, People watch them, mark them. They walk by the side of precipices. They daringly pursue their road. See them aloft, see them in the distance; they are but black specks. On they go. The road is uneven, its difficulties constant. At each step a wall, at each step a trap. As they rise the cold increases. They must make their ladder, cut the ice and walk on it., hewing the steps in haste. A storm is raging. Nevertheless they go forward in their madness. The air becomes difficult to breath. The abyss yawns below them. Some fall. Others stop and retrace their steps; there is a sad weariness. The bold ones continue. They are eyed by the eagles; the lightning plays about them: the hurricane is furious. No matter, they persevere.

Victor Hugo

I'd much rather have sat there and just been a fly on the wall, instead of having to smile at people. I'd rather have been a waitress. Just gone round and stared at people.

Jennifer Saunders