Be careful walking down the primrose path. You may find hell instead of happily ever after.
I admire people who choose to shine even after all th storms they've been through.
Even the most beautiful of the stars are taken for granted night after night.
I always avoid prophesying beforehand, because it is a much better policy to prophesy after the event has already taken place.
We always admire the other person more after we've tried to do his job.
To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.
I like being a woman in a man's world. After all, men can't wear dresses, but we can wear the pants.
We have long passed the Victorian Era when asterisks were followed after a certain interval by a baby.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendos The blackbird whistling Or just after.
The sphinx will always have to be looked after.
Part of the middle class promise is that, after a lifetime of hard work, you'll be able to retire and enjoy the fruits of that labor. Medicare was established to secure that promise.
If I am looking at my work as an actor after having directed, I'm able to look at things in a much more technical way. There's no question about that.
After releasing Mono 1.0, we started work on a new edition of Mono that will be released later in the year.
What brought me to L.A. was work! I moved to Chicago after college - I went to Kalamazoo - did my nerd thing, graduated, and moved to Chicago to pursue improv.
If you take the approach that you want to scrape every last nickel off the table, that'll work one or two times, but after awhile, your reputation will precede you.
Fun is when you're writing a song and you're trying a rough shot at a demo and... it works. That's when it's fun. After that, it's work.
After much diligent research, aided by other women, I gradually came to understand that beneath the familiar Goddesses of the patriarchy, there is a much more ancient Goddess.
I was born in Vienna on November 7, 1929, eleven years after the multiethnic Austro-Hungarian Empire fell apart following its defeat in World War I.
I hate war... for the dictatorships it puts in the place of democracies, and for the starvation that stalks after it.
After the First World War the economic problem was no longer one of production. It was the problem of finding markets to get the output of industry and agriculture dispersed and consumed.
