What do we want with this vast, worthless area? This region of savages and wild beasts, of deserts of shifting sands and whirlwinds of dust, of cactus and prairie dogs? To what use could we ever hope to put these great deserts, or those endless mountain ranges, impenetrable and covered to their very base with eternal snow? What can we ever hope to do with the western coast, a coast of three thousand miles, rock-bound, cheerless, uninviting, and not a harbor on it? What use have we for this country?

Let me walk three weeks in the footsteps of my enemy, carry the same burden, have the same trials as he, before I say one word to criticize.

Source Unknown

An entrepreneur tends to bite off a little more than he can chew hoping he'll quickly learn how to chew it.

Roy Ash

God is indeed dead. He died of self-horror when He saw the creature He had made in His own image.

Irving Layton

When I was young, I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old, I know that it is.

Oscar Wilde

Humor is an almost physiological response to fear.

Kurt Vonnegut

Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

Albert Camus

Life everlasting in a state of happiness is the greatest desire of all men.

Joseph Franklin Rutherford

At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.

E. M. Forster

My wife and I have so much fun when we travel and find anything... like stray cats and squirrels.

Eric Roberts

The function of the press in society is to inform, but its role in society is to make money.

A. J. Liebling, The Press, 1961

Success is always less funny than failure.

Jon Ronson

I drank a little California Mountain Red at home and thought--why not--wherever you turn someone is shouting give me liberty of I give you death. Perfectly sensible, thing-owning, Church-fearing neighbours flop their hands over their ears at the sound of a siren to keep fallout from taking hold of their internal organs. You have to be cockeyed to love, and blind in order to look out the window at your own ice-cold street.

Grace Paley