From the pen of ISABELLA STEWART GARDNER June 10, 1886 Paris, France My dearest Amelia,
Jon smiled at him. I'm sorry about your wrist. Robb used the same move on me once, only with a wooden blade. It hurt like seven hells, but yours must be worse. Look, if you want, I can show you how to...
The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.
When I was in school I read a lot of comic books and pretend I was in them and kids would tease me and call me names. But now I do the same things and people say that I'm artistic and cool and I'm doi...
A lot of people in our industry haven't had very diverse experiences. So they don't have enough dots to connect, and they end up with very linear solutions without a broad perspective on the problem....
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that...
Live your life in such a way that you'll be remembered for your kindness, compassion, fairness, character, benevolence, and a force for good who had much respect for life, in general.
Anybody can become angry - that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way - that is not within everyb...
A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.
The missing link between humans and apes? It's certainly those brutes who haven't yet learned to respect privacy.