I believe if there is any place left where the humanity is still visible it can not be anywhere else than in an Islamic society. Time would come when the world would be obliged to accept this reality.

There is one and only one thing in modern society more hideous than crime namely repressive justice.

Nothing seems at first sight less important than the outward form of human actions yet there is nothing upon which men set more store: they grow used to everything except to living in a society which has not their own manners.

There couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. They'd be dead in two weeks.

If you grow up in the South Bronx today or in south-central Los Angeles or Pittsburgh or Philadelphia you quickly come to understand that you have been set apart and that there's no will in this society to bring you back into the mainstream.

The only society I like is rough and tough and the tougher the better. There's where you get down to bedrock and meet human people.

Well first of all tell me is there some society you know of that doesn't run on greed? You think Russia doesn't run on greed? You think China doesn't run on greed? What is greed?

Society therefore is an ancient as the world.

There can be no keener revelation of a society's soul than the way in which it treats its children.

The basic thing nobody asks is why do people take drugs of any sort? Why do we have these accessories to normal living to live? I mean is there something wrong with society that's making us so pressurized that we cannot live without guarding ourselves against it?

Society exists only as a mental concept in the real world there are only individuals.

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone He just as you Would toy and woo He would chirp and flatter me He would hang the wing awhile Till at length he saw me smile Lord! how sullen he would be!

If you're going to kill someone there isn't much reason to get all worked up about it and angry - you just pull the trigger. Angry discussions beforehand are a waste of time. We need to smile at Novell while we pull the trigger.

Some people know that they are so adorable looking all they have to do is smile and dress up and they get plenty from that. Then there are some of us who early on see that that doesn't work. So we joke about it.

I hope there have been times when I made you all proud or made you all smile or at least piqued your interest in this wonderful institution we call government.

There is no point to samba if it doesn't make you smile.

In my whole career I've never seen this type of race that you had to wait for the last day. There's so many teams that are involved. You've got to smile because we're in it.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me there's a truth in your heart that says you'll never leave me and the touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall.

I've covered a lot of ground geographically and emotionally and for years I lost my connection with my family. But the best comfort you can have whether you are on the phone or sitting there in the living room with them is with your parents and to me family has always meant protection. When you smile you get a smile back unconditionally.

A simple compliment goes a really long way - for a guy to just come over and say 'You have great hair' or 'I really like your dress ' and then just smile and walk away. That's a great move because he's sort of putting himself out there by doing that but it won't lead to any embarrassment if the girl isn't interested.

I'd much rather have sat there and just been a fly on the wall instead of having to smile at people. I'd rather have been a waitress. Just gone round and stared at people.

People always say golfers don't smile. But there is so much psychology in golf so we have to be a bit robotic.

You know there's nothing like seeing the smile on my kids' faces. Laughing together. Playing. It's the best.

When Whitney Houston died I felt great sadness. My sadness of course was about our collective loss - when you listened to this nightingale sing your body would drop into a chair your head would tilt up a small smile would creep across your face and inside you knew that there was a higher power somewhere: gifted beautiful spiritual.