32 Billion 232 Quotes & Sayings

I would have been a disastrous soldier. — Max Hastings

The military is not a social experiment. The purpose of the military is kill people and break things. It's not to transform the culture by trying out some ideas that some people think would make us a different country and more diverse. The purpose is to protect America. — Mike Huckabee

In all governments accordingly, even in monarchies, the highest offices are generally possessed, and the whole detail of the administration conducted, by men who were educated in the middle and inferior ranks of life, who have been carried forward by their own industry and abilities, though loaded with the jealousy, and opposed by the resentment, of all those who were born their superiors, and to whom the great, after having regarded them first with contempt, and afterwards with envy, are at last contented to truckle with the same abject meanness with which they desire that the rest of mankind should behave to themselves. — Adam Smith

I may not know who you are, where you are, or where you will be after I have gone, but I still love you. I came to this world to serve all of you. — Debasish Mridha

This guy [Tyson Fury] really wants to prove himself in the ring and confirm what he keeps telling everyone, that he's the best in the world. — Wladimir Klitschko

Excessive optimism sows the seeds of its own reversal. — Alan Greenspan

Unfortunately, it hurts all three of my feelings. — Carrie Fisher

No one chair should be isolated ... — Elsie De Wolfe

Every mom believes her kid's school doodles are amazing, and I'm no different. — Solange Knowles

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some call it poetry
but it is just pain
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rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015
The Poetic Assassin — Rassool Jibraeel Snyman

Inspiration is for amateurs," Close says. "The rest of us just show up and get to work. — Mason Currey

I set my toothbrush down, then leaned into the mirror and stared into my own eyes. I could feel myself disintegrating inside myself like a past-bloom flower in the wind. Every time I moved a muscle, another petal of me blew away. Please, I thought. Please. — Cheryl Strayed