Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?

We would accomplish many more things if we did not think of them as impossible.

Chretien Malesherbes

Politics is not a bad profession. If you succeed there are many rewards, if you disgrace yourself you can always write a book.

Ronald Reagan

Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God.

Kurt Vonnegut

My parents taught me to never give up and to always believe that my future could be whatever I dreamt it to be.

Susana Martinez

Men have a much better time of it than women. For one thing, they marry later for another thing, they die earlier.

H. L. Mencken

Christmas is joy, religious joy, an inner joy of light and peace.

Pope Francis

Men and women of every faith and good people with none at all sincerely strive to do right and lead a purpose-driven life.

Mitt Romney

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.

Anton Chekhov

Nevertheless, in order to imbue civilization with sound principles and enliven it with the spirit of the gospel, it is not enough to be illumined with the gift of faith and enkindled with the desire of forwarding a good cause. For this end it is necessary to take an active part in the various organizations and influence them from within. And since our present age is one of outstanding scientific and technical progress and excellence, one will not be able to enter these organizations and work effectively from within unless he is scientifically competent, technically capable and skilled in the practice of his own profession.

Pope John XXIII

As you have fewer and fewer voices in a democracy, in a free society, it's not good to limit the number of voices.

Michael Moore

I saw a ship of material build (Her standards set, her brave apparel on)Directed as by madness mereAgainst a solid iceberg steer,Nor budge it, though the infactuate ship went down.The impact made huge ice-cubes fallSullen in tons that crashed the deck;But that one avalanche was all--No other movement save the foundering wreck.Along the spurs of ridges pale,Not any slenderest shaft and frail,A prism over glass-green gorges lone,Toppled; or lace or traceries fine,Nor pendant drops in grot or mineWere jarred, when the stunned ship went down.Nor sole the gulls in cloud that wheeledCircling one snow-flanked peak afar,But nearer fowl the floes that skimmedAnd crystal beaches, felt no jar.No thrill transmitted stirred the lockOf jack-straw neddle-ice at base;Towers indermined by waves--the blockAtilt impending-- kept their place.Seals, dozing sleek on sliddery ledgesSlipt never, when by loftier edgesThrough the inertia overthrown,The impetuous ship in bafflement went down.Hard Berg (methought), so cold, so vast,With mortal damps self-overcast;Exhaling still thy dankish breath--Adrift dissolving, bound for death;Though lumpish thou, a lumbering one--A lumbering lubbard loitering slow,Impingers rue thee ad go slowSounding thy precipice below,Nor stir the slimy slug that sprawlsAlong thy dead indifference of walls.

Herman Melville, The Berg (A Dre

In every interview I have ever read or seen or taken part in, the final question in our future-oriented society is always, What next?

Jessica Savitch