They say God never gives us more than we can handle, but sometimes I think God has overestimated what I can take.

Perfume companies ought to bottle the smell of crisp bacon. Forget pheromones. I’ll bet a woman with a little spot of bacon grease behind her ears would attract every male within a five-mile radius.

Come out of the don'ts and impossibles. Manifest your dream. Bloom your worth.

He who is lord of himself, and exists upon his own resources, is a noble but a rare being.

One meal a day is enough for a lion, and it ought to be for a man.

Who owns the NY Post? 20th Century Fox. Talk about vertical integration.

I should get the Nobel peace prize - screw Bono.

A moody child and wildly wise Pursued the game with joyful eyes, Which chose, like meteors, their way, And rived the dark with private ray.

What appears in the pictures was the subject's decision, not mine. I took what they presented - delicate moments - unadorned and unglamorous, yet tender and exquisite.

How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.