We may be living in the twentieth century, in resplendent sophistication. But deep down, most of us find ourselves still in the Stone Age of superstition.

The expert in anything was once a beginner.

If you rest, you rust.

We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.

The good die young but not always. The wicked prevail but not consistently. I am confused by life, and I feel safe within the confines of the theatre.

Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.

People who refuse to rest honorably on their laurels when they reach retirement age seem very admirable to me.

There is only one terminal dignity - love.

When traveling with someone, take large does of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee.

From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings.

What do you do when your head - your imagination is filled with tales to last a hundred lifetimes?You focus on the really good ones!

Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria HermansThe Religion Of The Blue CircleAll my talents are already given to our worldbecause God gave me all the talents of the world.November 16, 2016

Footage of love is loyalty.

Never make decisions you will live to regret later in the near future.

I believe the equal rights amendment is a necessity of life for all citizens. The cabinet sometimes felt that I shouldn't be so outspoken.

The Statue of Liberty is meant to be shorthand for a country so unlike its parts that a trip from California to Indiana should require a passport.

According as each has been educated, so he repents of or glories in his actions.

Those lips looked tasty, especially when they said things like ' i jumped up every time someone knocked, hoping it's be you

I followed my heart and figured that if I tried and failed, at least Id know that I tried.

The living always get over the dead. That’s what the dead never realize. If ever the dead did come back, they’d only have been sore that somehow you managed to get over their dying at all.