Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders, to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.

Wade Davis

Life is too short to waste The critic bite or cynic bark, Quarrel, or reprimand; 'Twill soon be dark; Up! mind thine own aim, and God speed the mark!

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let us not be too particular; it is better to have old secondhand diamonds than none at all.

Mark Twain

The greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world... to see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion all in one.

John Ruskin

One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.

G. K. Chesterton

Love has its place, as does hate. Peace has its place, as does war. Mercy has its place, as do cruelty and revenge.

Meir Kahane

When I was a child I used to read books by Gerald Durrell, who founded Jersey Zoo. He had a job collecting animals for zoos and for a long time that is what I wanted to do. Later when I was a teenager I had a fantastic English teacher called Mrs. Stafford. Her enthusiasm made me decide to be a writer.

Melvin Burgess

An old error is always more popular than a new truth.

Proverb

My fitness trainer's English, my physio's English, some of my friends are English. I don't have a problem with English people at all.

Andy Murray

I've always just adored music. It's my first love, really. I admire and respect people in the music business. You really have to work hard and diligently. Sometimes actors can be lazy and get away with it, but you can't do that if you're a musician.

Blythe Danner

Ken Lay has, does and will continue to accept responsibility for the fall of Enron. He was the man at the controls. But failure is not a crime.

Michael Ramsey

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.

Fyodor Dostoevsky