The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

My mom put me in dance classes when I was 5 years old.

Danny Pudi

If you love yourself, you love everybody else as you do yourself. As long as you love another person less than yourself, you will not succeed in loving yourself, but if you love all alike, including yourself, you will love them as one person and that person is both God and man. Thus he is the great righteous person who, loving himself, loves all others equally.

Meister Eckhart, The Art of Lovi

We can't believe what we believe to be untrue, and we can't love what we believe to be unreal.

Peter Kreeft

Let every man be true and every god a liar.

Samuel Butler

There is a looming chasm between what your brain knows and what your mind is capable of accessing.

David Eagleman

It was really amazing. I mean, he'd never mentioned that he played in the symphony, like serious violin playing, not fiddle playing. And he just blew us away.

Guy Clark

Work while it is called today, for you know not how much you will be hindered tomorrow. One today is worth two tomorrow's; never leave that till tomorrow which you can do today.

Benjamin Franklin

Desire acts as a honey trap to the unwary male, luring him into unworthy and catastrophic enterprises. The beauty of the Narnian witches isn't ancillary to their evil, but integral to it, one of the weapons in their arsenal. Evil must, after all, appear attractive if it's going to be tempting, and from there it's only a small step further to the conclusion that feminine beauty is inherently wicked.

Laura Miller

Advertising is the life of trade.

Calvin Coolidge

Men know they are sexual exiles. They wander the earth seeking satisfaction, craving and despising, never content. There is nothing in that anguished motion for women to envy.

Camille Paglia

...I hide you inside me because I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind...

John Geddes

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?

Gerard Manley Hopkins