Woman and men of retiring timidity are cowardly only in dangers which affect themselves, but the first to rescue when others are in danger.

Being surrounded by love and people that care about your heart is the dream. That's what I would like on my last day.

Rachel Boston

Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.

James M. Barrie

Listen: The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on? she asked me. The big show is inside my head, I said

Kurt Vonnegut

Every rascal is not a thief, but every thief is a rascal.

Aristotle

I'm really not interested in other people's opinions, because I think frankly most of those opinions are either misinformed and adding to this endless ball of hot air we have in our society where everyone thinks their opinion is valuable and sacred and what counts.

H. G. Bissinger

My mother inspired me to treat others as I would want to be treated regardless of age, race or financial status.

Tommy Hilfiger

Marriage, for a woman at least, hampers the two things that made life to me glorious -- friendship and learning.

Jane Harrison

The ultimate determinant in the struggle now going on for the world will not be bombs and rockets but a test of wills and ideas a trial of spiritual resolve the values we hold, the beliefs we cherish and the ideals to which we are dedicated.

Ronald Reagan

I believe that today's players who are Christians feel that it's important and their responsibility to acknowledge their faith.

Lynn Swann

The lady doth protest too much, me thinks

William Shakespeare

I do not believe in God and I am not an atheist.

Albert Camus

The summer day is closed - the sun is set:Well they have done their office, those bright hours,The latest of whose train goes softly outIn the red west. The green blade of the groundHas risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twigHas spread its plaited tissues to the sun;Flowers of the garden and the waste have blownAnd withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil,From bursting cells, and in their graves awaitTheir resurrection. Insects from the poolsHave filled the air awhile with humming wings,That now are still for ever; painted mothsHave wandered the blue sky, and died again

William Cullen Bryant, An Evenin