When you get to the 35-year mark in your career, you make albums for your fans to love you more, so they don't forget about you.
He that raises a large family does, indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too.
Brilliant. . . . Marriage Confidential is both laugh-out-loud funny and gasp-out-loud shocking, and nothing less than a Feminine Mystique for our time. Mark my words, your marriage will change after reading this book.
The arrow will not always find the mark intended.
Science is the outcome of being prepared to live without certainty and therefore a mark of maturity. It embraces doubt and loose ends.
Work, work, work, but what mark do we leave, what point do we make? People who are too beholden to work become like erasers: as things move forward, they leave in their wake no trace of themselves.
Mark Hughes crossed every I and dotted every T.
A brilliant idea without action is like Mark McGwire playing baseball without a bat.
I know I'm a better editor than I was when I began, twenty years ago. I'm less scared of the text, I'm less scared of the writer, and, crucially, I no longer believe that I have to leave my mark on every story.
Certainty is the mark of the commonsense life-gracious uncertainty is the mark of the spiritual life.
The first mark of valor is defence.
This was the mark of an uncommon soldier, someone whose courage away from the battlefield was the same as that on it.
Sir, if you think that I am that kind of a man, you have missed your mark. I would rather die a thousand deaths than betray a friend or be false to duty.
We're a big check mark on everybody's schedule. I told them it's just another challenge; let's go after it.
Mark Twain once said that history doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme.
A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.
It is difficult to be funny and great at the same time. Aristophanes and Moliere and Mark Twain must sit below Aristotle and Bossuet and Emerson.
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
Love is impossible without bite marks.
I would love to see more women making their mark in the music that I love so much. . . There are so many more out there just waiting for their shot. I hope they get it!