The Finland of the 21st century can thrive only if women of learning - in common with their male counterparts - are guaranteed the opportunity to use their creative potential to the full.

Finland, and all the other European countries, we are too dependent on imported energy. We should be using a broader variety of energy resources.

The goal of the EU is to form a region of freedom, security and justice. Freedom in this connection cannot be just the freedom of the strong, but it must be combined with fraternity and equality.

We are a model country where gender equality is concerned.

Under-representation of women and other inequality among researchers is a problem that will not solve itself as women acquire competence.

It is positive that the change in Finland means a rush in the elections and not in the streets.

Everybody has to look after their own economy and follow the rules.

Nuclear power is not a miracle key for the future.

European citizens expect that there will be also a fair system inside the European Union and in the euro, and that's why we have to have quite hard discipline.

Women receive easily the most difficult assignments.

Life is going to give you just what you put in it. Put your whole heart in everything you do, and pray, then you can wait.

In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering among innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge.

An educator will teach the students. An Educarer will reach the students.

When he smiles like that, there's a single dimple. It was the thing that got me the very first time I saw him.

I love my mom so much, and I always have, but I was definitely a monster to her a lot during my teen years.

In a big Bollywood romantic film, taking my shirt off and spreading the hand towards the mountain with dancers behind me are not my cup of tea.

When I was younger I was always big; I was a fat boy at school. I had an early growth spurt, and when I went to secondary school I was tall enough to be a policeman.

When one writes, there’s the double horror of discovering not only what it is that one so fears but also the triviality of that fear.

Las Vegas is the therapeutic ethos of our time run amok, our socio-psychological promise to ourselves to be eternally young writ large on the landscape of aging self-indulgence.

Let heaven-eyed Prudence battle with Desire.