After all I long to be in America again nay if I can go home to return no more to Europe it seems to me that I shall ever enjoy more peace of mind and even Physical comfort than I can meet with in any portion of the world beside.

The American dream seems to be thriving in Europe not at home.

I have no idea how to get in touch with anyone anymore. Everyone it seems has a home phone a cell phone a regular e-mail account a Facebook account a Twitter account and a Web site. Some of them also have a Google Voice number. There are the sentimental few who still have fax machines.

Obviously there's not much options when you're a cartoonist - you pretty much either work at home or rent an office I guess and working at home just seems easier.

It seems sensible to me that we should look to the medical profession that over the centuries has helped us to live longer and healthier lives to help us die peacefully among our loved ones in our own home without a long stay in God's waiting room.

Sending Paris Hilton to jail for being the most loathed celeprosy lesion in the history of the species seems like a happening idea at first - forty-five days at Century Regional Detention Center is so the new thirty days at Promises Malibu! But it sets a dangerous precedent to jail celebs just because someone hates them.

It seems disingenuous to ask a writer why she or he is writing about a violent subject when the world and history are filled with violence.

The past always seems somehow more golden more serious than the present. We tend to forget the partisanship of yesteryear preferring to re-imagine our history as a sure and steady march toward greatness.

American policy seems to be wed to a perpetual state of war. Why? History shows that the world will always be in flux or turmoil with different peoples competing for visibility and power. The U.S. cannot fix the fate of every nation.

Man seems to insist on ignoring the lessons available from history.

Minimalism seems closest to the sophisticated storytelling of movies. Movies have really educated contemporary audiences to be the most intelligent sophisticated audiences in history. We don't any longer need to have the relationship between one scene and the next explained. We will figure it out ourselves.

Rome - the city of visible history where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.

People are at their happiest if they are true to themselves. I think that applies to their chosen profession friends and relationships. It goes for your health too. If you are true to yourself it seems to me everything should work out pretty well.

In some ways I'm still recovering from the trial. My health is not as good as it ought to be. I've gone back to practicing law and it seems to have taken a toll for whatever reason.

The real truth is that the Obama administration is professional at bullying as we have witnessed with ACORN at work during the presidential campaign. It seems to me they are sending down their bullies to create fist fights among average American citizens who don't want a government-run health care plan forced upon them.

I'm a parent and I try to take care of my health and keep my life in order. In the last few years I've really had to decide what's important to me and it seems to me that my family and my health are top on the list. And those have nothing to do with show business.

The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired so long as we can see far enough.

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.

Happiness seems made to be shared.

There seems to be a terrible misunderstanding on the part of a great many people to the effect that when you cease to believe you may cease to behave.

Man seems to be capable of great virtues but not of small virtues capable of defying his torturer but not of keeping his temper.

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal the good one really does.

What seems to be generosity is often no more than disguised ambition which overlooks a small interest in order to secure a great one.

There is a kind of elevation which does not depend on fortune it is a certain air which distinguishes us and seems to destine us for great things it is a price which we imperceptibly set upon ourselves.