50 Yrs Old Quotes & Sayings

Someone knocks at the door of an apartment to borrow salt or sugar, people run into each other in the elevator, and in this way become inscribed in the spectator's memory. — Krzysztof Kieslowski

I don't like explosions. I don't mind progress. But digital photography has made every man, woman, child and chimpanzee a photographer of sorts and consequently has numbed down the general quality of photographs. — Elliott Erwitt

Leisure is not synonymous with time. Nor is it a noun. Leisure is a verb. I leisure. You leisure. — Mortimer Adler

Retire to what? I already play golf and fish for a living. — Julius Boros

Jaweh is clearly not a Nature-God. He does not die and come to life each year as a true Corn-king should. He may give wine and fertility, but must not be worshipped with Bacchanalian or aphrodisiac rites. — C.S. Lewis

What I still don't get though," ventured John. "Is why you did it?"
"Did what?"
"Put that dress on in the first place."
"I don't know really," said Dennis, a puzzled look crossing his face. "I suppose it's because it was fun."
"Fun?" said John.
"Well you know when we were younger and we used to run around the garden pretending to be Daleks or Spiderman or whatever?"
"Yeah."
"It felt like that. Like playing," said Dennis confidently. — David Walliams

Begin by learning to draw and paint like the old masters. After that, you can do as you like; everyone will respect you. — Salvador Dali

Bobby Fischer was hugely important for the American chess community because it put chess on the map - he made it possible for other chess players to make a living. — Liz Garbus

Whatsoever, after due examination and analysis, you find to be kind, conducive to the good, the benefit, the welfare of all beings ... that doctrine believe and cling to, and take it as your guide. — Gautama Buddha

You can be so much in a room that the world outside turns to water. You've got the heater blowing out burnt air, but you still don't get warm. Your ankles are singed, but your head's in a bucket of ice. Time drips like a stalactite. The water for the coffee boils away in a tree of steam. — Iain Sinclair