Feminists who accept the claim made in The Book of Genesis, and, that God is a he, need to make their minds up.

Courage is being who you are.Courage is sacred of thyself.

When you are no longer afraid is when you can be yourself.

A doctor, a teacher and a politician have no caste.

There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.

Enlightenment is not about attaining an ultimate level of intelligence or intellect. It is regained by shedding all the ideas, illusion and binds thrust on you and that you then so readily accrue.

A red nose is the clown's mask and my moustache is mine.

Oh Maker, what did they really say about your black creation? I think you made a beautiful work of art on a canvass of rebellion. Hey, Maker! We are still selling out!

If all the women over the world have been permitted to be married to only one man, except one woman. He'd love to marry that woman. That is the imprint of man

What I've learned about writing is that sometimes less is more, while often more is grander. And both are true.

Some women think being arrogant, selfish, bitter and looking down on others are qualities of being an Independent, strong, powerful and successful business women. No matter how high you are in life. N...

Find your bones. Believe in what you are.

And in a world without heroes, as the movie trailer voice-over guy might say, the slightly awkward can be slightly cool.

They ended up at the Old Corner Bookstore, which Brian had read about in a tour guide to Boston. Longfellow and Hawthorne and Oliver Wendell Holmes used to read here. Let's go in. Brian nudged the gir...

The succession multiplied the harm. Each passed on his conception of the papacy unchanged.

She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.

Promise me, Amelie, that you’ll crucify me with silver before you allow me to fall in love.I hardly think there’s any chance of that, Amelie said. I doubt you have the capacity.

Later, when she appeared before him in the sea-green gauze, he stared at her in great surprise, and said: By Jove, he had never thought she could look so well! Encouraged by this tribute, Hero showed...

If we accept the generally agreed date of between AD 350 and 550 for the end of the -- at least semi-historical -- 'Third Sangam', then this gives us a fixed reference point on which to anchor the chr...

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.