So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
A new challenge keeps the brain kicking and the heart ticking.
It is unfortunate that in most cases when the sins of the father fall on the son it is because unlike God, people refuse to forgive and forget and heap past wrongs upon innocent generations.
Sometimes, the simple things are more fun and meaningful than all the banquets in the world.
Errors do not cease to be errors simply because they're ratified into law.
Evil influence is like a nicotine patch, you cannot help but absorb what sticks to you.
Make your lives a masterpiece, you only get one canvas.
... an artist should paint from the heart, and not always what people expect. Predictability often leads to the dullest work, in my opinion, and we have been bored stiff long enough I think.
There are some things you can't learn at any university, except for one, the University of Life... the only college where everyone is a permanent student.
An acquaintance merely enjoys your company, a fair-weather companion flatters when all is well, a true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.
There are times when wisdom cannot be found in the chambers of parliament or the halls of academia but at the unpretentious setting of the kitchen table.
Love, like Fortune, favours the bold.
When in doubt, throw doubt out and have a little faith.
It's a shame there has to be a tragedy before the best in people will finally shine.
Poor God, how often He is blamed for all the suffering in the world. It's like praising Satan for allowing all the good that happens.
If you are what you eat, you are what you see and hear.
...it's just another one of those things I don't understand: everyone impresses upon you how unique you are, encouraging you to cultivate your individuality while at the same time trying to squish you and everyone else into the same ridiculous mould. It's an artist's right to rebel against the world's stupidity
Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.
It's not unpatriotic to denounce an injustice committed on our behalf, perhaps it's the most patriotic thing we can do.
Socrates: Have you noticed on our journey how often the citizens of this new land remind each other it is a free country? Plato: I have, and think it odd they do this.Socrates: How so, Plato?Plato: It is like reminding a baker he is a baker, or a sculptor he is asculptor.Socrates: You mean to say if someone is convinced of their trade, they haveno need to be reminded.Plato: That is correct.Socrates: I agree. If these citizens were convinced of their freedom, they would not need reminders.
You know something is wrong when the government declares opening someone else's mail is a felony but your internet activity is fair game for data collecting.
Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten, Eternal Wisdom can never die.
We are the sum total of the decisions we have made.
Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.
There has to be a cut-off somewhere between the freedom of expression and a graphically explicit free-for-all.
