We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.
He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.
Everyone checks out my mom. My mom's hot.
We have two natures within us, both struggling for mastery. Which one will dominate us? It depends on which one we feed.
You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world. And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and sp...
There is so much woman in many a girl and too much boy in many a man.
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now?
People that have a police car behind them pulling them over should put on their hazard lights and continue slowly driving to the nearest densely populated public place, such as a supermarket or shoppi...
My father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days...