Most sane human beings who have managed to attain and retain fame each uses it to dramatically increase their name’s chances of being remembered until Jesus comes back, since their heart cannot do what they consciously or unconsciously lust for, that is to say, for it to beat until Jesus returns.

Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Two natures beat within my breastThe one is foul, the one is blessedThe one I love, the one I hate.The one I feed will dominate.-Anonymous

On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business.Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk?He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see is a dark coat and the shoes striking the puddles.And yet this person is the hero of his own life story.He is the love of someone’s life.And what he can do may change the

I feel free when I see no one and nobody knows my name

The internet is where some people go to show their true intelligence; others, their hidden stupidity.

A library is a hospital for the mind.

I no longer believe that William Shakespeare the actor from Stratford was the author of the works that have been ascribed to him.

I cannot marry the facts of William Shakespeare to his verse: Other men had led lives in some sort of keeping with their thought, but this man is in wide contrast.

The life of Shakespeare is a fine mystery and I tremble every day lest something turn up.

I have never thought that the man of Stratford-on-Avon wrote the plays of Shakespeare.

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)

I thank Thee that many of my prayers have been refused... I have longed for Egypt and have been given a wilderness.

Enjoy the Journey!

His character would be blamed, loathed, discussed, and adored – but somewhere there, behind his mask of a hero, Cardew would remain faceless.Anonymous.

Give a man a mask, and he'll tell you deeper and darker truths. But he'll also be more abusive, unaccountable, and demonic.

With false names, on the right nets, they could be anybody. Old men, middle-aged women, anybody, as long as they were careful about the way they wrote. All that anyone would see were the words, their ideas. Every citizen started equal, on the nets.

Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don't think there's a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.

You can tell a lot about a man's character by how he behaves when given anonymity..

She’d never felt more alone, even as hundreds of people walked by. No one recognized her, and she began to treasure her anonymity as a gift.

Amazing, life-altering anonymous picture quotes on FaceBook: Are they created by graphic designers who steal quotes or don't bother to research the author, or are they original and just have exceptionally less ego than I do? Cos if I ever write something that brilliant it's gonna have flashing headlights.

In the lingering moments before you die your body releases DMT. The same drug that makes you dream. The same drug found in every living animal. It's not an evolutionary trick to make you survive. Your body is choosing to release this drug now because it believes your fate is too grim for you to comprehend. So you dream. You dream that everything will be fine. You dream that nothing happened at all. It's in this moment that your body sits across from you. It tells you 'looks like we're not gonna make it this time.' You sit around a fire and recollect the past before soon parting ways back to the atomic ether. Your body does this because it loves you. You have never met anyone like your body. Your body has been with you everyday, good and bad. It's even kept a journal of your life carved in scars. Your eyelashes always wiped the tears from your eyes.

You are more powerful than your government, and your government are worried the day you discover it!!!

We are Anonymous! We are the difference between the light and the dark, We are Justice. We believe in freedom, equality, human rights. and we stand as one! We don't have to prove that we can hack. we dont have to hack. we're not a group or an organisation. were a movement, a movement of people, people who believe in the right thing. We are everyone, your best friend, your brother, your sister, your mother, a random person you see on the streets, if not, we represent them, everyone who's not corrupt. We are anonymous. expect us!

Being anonymous on help, it's feel's awesome.

There's a new kind of Giving-I remember when Philanthropy was inconspicuous and anonymous.Now it has turned in to " Look at me, I just saved the world" kind of show.

I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. I don't know, like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn't be able to help falling in love with them.

Dear Anonymous, I've got a secret I know you can keep it because you don't really exist....This is what shapes you, this is what makes you as authentic as you are fake.

A preoccupation with power - black power, student power, flower power, poor power, 'the power structure' - is the striking aspect of the American political scene at the moment. Oddly enough, obsession with power goes hand in hand with a fear of power. Some of the New Left groups that talk the toughest about power are extremely reluctant to see power operate in any institutional form; within their own organizations, they shun 'hierarchies' and formally structured relations of authority. What the preoccupation with power reflects, essentially, is a deep=seated, pervasive feeling of powerlessness.

I would make an anonymous call and say, this is someone who cares, do you know what kind of children you have?

The rain could turn to gold and still your thirst would not be slaked. Desire is unquenchable or it ends in tears, even in heaven.

Live like you want, not how others want you to live.

Obsessed is a word that the lazy use to describe the dedicated.