Admirably Diverse Quotes & Sayings

If the impure and the unjust, the drunkard and the licentious, are loathsome to us, what must be the infinite loathing of an infinitely pure Spirit for those who are worldly and selfish, licentious and cruel, ambitious and animal! But with this great loathing is a great pity. And the pity conquers the loathing, appeases it, satisfies it, is reconciled with it, only as it redeems the sinner from his loathsomeness, lifts him up from his degradation, brings him to truth and purity, to love and righteousness; for only thus is he or can he be brought to God. — Lyman Abbott

-Bumblebee bat, how do you see at night?
-I make a squeaky sound that bounces back from whatever it hits. I see by hearing. — Darrin Lunde

Money is not everything. Make sure you earn a lot before speaking such nonsense. — Warren Buffett

We were astonished by the beauty and refinement of the art displayed by the objects surpassing all we could have imagined - the impression was overwhelming. — Howard Carter

YOU'RE IN MY MOUTH, I said. GET OUT OF MY MOUTH. — Aimee Bender

Be not among z drunkards [5] or among a gluttonous eaters of meat, 21 for the drunkard and the glutton will come to poverty, and b slumber will clothe them with rags. — Anonymous

Love is the wild card of existence. — Rita Mae Brown

We all have the potential to commit the crime. We chose not to. Every single day, we chose not to. I am no different — David Levithan

When I'm not working, I definitely I like waking up at noon. — Jena Malone

Choose your best talent and focus on it! — Jp

She laughed and said how silly we were to not accept life for what it was, difficult. — Pepper Phillips

One could see the full-page color pictures for oneself: the blue-eyed, blond-haired Aryan settlers who now industriously tilled, culled, plowed, and so forth in the vast grain bowl of the world, the Ukraine. Those fellows certainly looked happy. And their farms and cottages were clean. You didn't see pictures of drunken dull-wilted Poles any more, slouched on sagging porches or hawking a few sickly turnips at the village market. All a thing of the past, like rutted dirt roads that once turned to slop in the rainy season, bogging down the carts. — Anonymous