Zelda Fitzgerald Video

The patriot who feels himself in the service of God, who acknowledges Him in all his ways, has the promise of Almighty direction, and will find His Word in his greatest darkness.

I never had to choose a subject my subject rather chose me.

The idea of thanking staff should mean giving them something that they would never buy for themselves.

Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.

Years are only garments, and you either wear them with style all your life, or else you go dowdy to the grave.

A news sense is really a sense of what is important, what is vital, what has color and life — what people are interested in. That's journalism.

Affectations can be dangerous.

Perhaps he was a bit different from other people, but what really sympathetic person is not a little mad?

Engineering is the professional and systematic application of science to the efficient utilization of natural resources to produce wealth.

Food is the most primitive form of comfort.

No two persons ever read the same book.

As much as I love boxing, I hate it. And as much as I hate it, I love it.

Most of us, swimming against the tides of trouble the world knows nothing about, need only a bit of praise or encouragement - and we will make the goal.

I got this idea of doing a really serious big work-- it would be precisely like a novel, with a single difference; every word of it would be true from beginning to end.

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering and it's all over much too soon.

What if everything that you see, is more than what you see? The person next to you is a warrior and the space that appears empty is a door to another world? What if something appears that shouldn't? You either dismiss it or accept that there is more to the world than you think. Perhaps it is really a doorway, and if you choose to go inside, you'll find many unexpected things.

The Apartment

Hughes began (The Hawk in the Rain, 1957; Lupercal, 1960) as an elemental poet of power; he was inchoate, but fruitfully aware both of the brute force of creation and of the natural world. Then…he began to assume a mantic role; he has now turned into (Crow, 1970) a pretentious, coffee-table poet, a mindless celebrant of instinct.

Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic that to love others.