叶下斜阳照水，卷轻浪、沉沉千里。 — 夜游宫 [宋] 周邦彦 叶下斜阳照水，卷轻浪、沉沉千里。桥上酸风射眸子。立多时，看黄昏灯火市。 古屋寒窗底，听几片、井桐飞坠。不恋单衾再三起。有谁知，为萧娘书一纸？

西园公子名无忌，南国佳人号莫愁。

丈夫生世会几时，安能蹀躞垂羽翼？

亲朋无一字，老病有孤舟。

但屈指西风几时来，又不道、流年暗中偷换。

肠已断，泪难收。相思重上小红楼。

怕人寻问， 咽泪装欢。 瞒， 瞒， 瞒！

薄悻不来门半掩， 斜阳， 负你残春泪几行。

数声风笛离亭晚，君向潇湘我向秦。

欢笑情如旧，萧疏鬓已斑。

新妆宜面下朱楼，深锁春光一院愁。

落日松风起，还家草露晞。

菩提只向心觅，何劳向外求玄？

翠袖低垂笼玉笋，红裙斜曳露金莲。

Most campaigns rely on photographs because the moment you do something that is a graphic interpretation where any artistic license has been taken, I think a lot of people are scared that it's going to be perceived as propaganda.

I don't feel political most of the time. Sometimes I'm placed in positions because no one else will go there.

I'm wondering how many elected figures any of us could find who do not, in the front or back of their minds, remember who does them favors, who doesn't.

That man who lives for self alone, lives for the meanest mortal known.

All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure.

Thinking is the place where intelligent actions begin. We pause long enough to look more carefully at a situation, to see more of its character, to think about why it's happening, to notice how it's affecting us and others.

I think if I had seen more people like me who are out and proud, it wouldn't have taken me 45 years to say it - to walk in the truth.

At the very beginning, I was a page at Letterman, and I freelanced for any place that would let me write any word. I wanted to do this so badly. Then when I got a tiny bit of success, I was petrified that I was going to lose it.

With participation in politics so low at the moment I think Christians should ensure their views are represented at all levels and not leave it to others.

So the news that divorced fathers are to be denied a legal right to a relationship with their children, in the long overdue review of family law published this week, fills me with horror and despair.

My mother left Hungary as a refugee, and she is not nostalgic for the life that she had back in Hungary, and yet Cubans certainly want the economic opportunity in the United States, but they're desperately homesick for the culture that they left behind.

I was a dancer first, which made me realize how much I loved performing.

I won't say ours was a tough school, but we had our own coroner. We used to write essays like: What I'm going to be if I grow up.

I love attention.

I am open, free and joyful.

Mr. Norrell is like a librarian trying to do magic... That's the story of my career, really. I stand next to good looking men and make them look better!

It is a good initiative for the dreams that would change one society to be nursed in another environment, before being transplanted to strive in its original environment for the change process to begin!

It will take a long time, and certainly the West will remain the dominant civilization well into the next century, but the decline is occurring.

It's hard to write a song about reality because reality doesn't rhyme.

I like elegance. I like art nouveau; a stretched line or curve. These things are very much in the foreground of my work.

My Scottish Labour Party is a crusade - to fight poverty, inequality and injustice.

No one knows how it is that with one glance a boy can break through into a girls heart.

For people like me, books are something solid and real, whereas digital stuff is a bit more ethereal. I like the trophy on my shelf, the presence in my home. A nice book is just as valuable as a decoration as a beautiful porcelain urn - and, let's face it, a hell of a lot more useful.

The Census Bureau can ask citizens very invasive questions, and if they don't respond, the government shows up at their door and threatens them with a fine.