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Mourn for the living, the dead have got their camphor gardens. — Salman Rushdie

Soft or hard, love was an act of heroism. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

The people I'm honored to represent in Missouri and all over the country want leaders to address their kitchen table everyday problems. — Dick Gephardt

I don't regard James Bond precisely as a hero, but at least he does get on and do his duty, in an extremely corny way. — Ian Fleming

Has a world composed of "us" and "not us" been invaded at last? — Bisco Hatori

The super-salesman neither permits his subconscious mind to "broadcast" negative thoughts nor give expression to them through words, for the reason that he understands that "like attracts like" and negative suggestions attract negative action and negative decisions from prospective buyers. — Napoleon Hill

Great virtues may draw attention from defects, they cannot sanctify them. A pebble surrounded by diamonds remains a common stone, and a diamond surrounded by pebbles is still a gem. — Robert Green Ingersoll

If the world is upside down the way it is now, wouldn't we have to turn it over to get it to stand up straight? — Eduardo Galeano

God is the comic shepherd who gets more of a kick out of that one lost sheep once he finds it again than out of the ninety and nine who had the good sense not to get lost in the first place. God is the eccentric host who, when the country-club crowd all turned out to have other things more important to do than come live it up with him, goes out into the skid rows and soup kitchens and charity wards and brings home a freak show. The man with no legs who sells shoelaces at the corner. The old woman in the moth-eaten fur coat who makes her daily rounds of the garbage cans. The old wino with his pint in a brown paper bag. The pusher, the whore, the village idiot who stands at the blinker light waving his hand as the cars go by. They are seated at the damask-laid table in the great hall. The candles are all lit and the champagne glasses filled. At a sign from the host, the musicians in their gallery strike up Amazing Grace. — Frederick Buechner