Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much; such men are dangerous. Julius Caesar

Well, once you've resigned yourself to the fact that you are the more mature pop performer and you're past the age you ever thought you would do it, you might as well do it as long as you can. As long as I can still lift a microphone, then I'll do it, you know.

Jarvis Cocker

Nothing doth more hurt in a state than that cunning men pass for wise.

Francis Bacon

She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

John Green

The passion of the Italian or the Italian-American population is endless for food and lore and everything about it.

Mario Batali

It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.

Gertrude Stein

Be your own hero, it's cheaper than a movie ticket.

Doug Horton

My family went through divorces and remarriages and the later, blended home - and then watched that home explode, too.

Jeffrey Kluger

Remember, nothing in life comes labeled, YOU are the labeler.

Steve Maraboli

The best university that can be recommended to a man of ideas is the gauntlet of the mobs.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth, And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

When the stomach is full, it is easy to talk of fasting.

St. Jerome

Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land.This text appeared in the Seattle Sunday Star on Oct. 29, 1887, in a column by Dr. Henry A. Smith. Smith took notes as Seattle spoke and created this text in English from those notes.

Chief Seattle, text of Chief Sea