African Empress Quotes & Sayings

Like a cyclone, imperialism spins across the globe; militarism crushes peoples and sucks their blood like a vampire. — Karl Liebknecht

When I was young they used to say people only threw stones at the tree that was loaded with fruit. — Rachel Field

I think what's really the most ideal thing is for the player themselves, within their own imagination, to carve out what they view as being the essence of the character. — Shigeru Miyamoto

It is better to inconsistently save some lives than to consistently save none. — Nicholas D. Kristof

Moral epochs have their course as well as the seasons. We can no more hold them fast than we can hold sun, moon, and stars. Our faults perpetually return upon us; and herein lies the subtlest difficulty of self-knowledge. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

A six year old can probably do more on their iPad than you can do and access more. My daughter's swiping away windows and doing all these things that I don't know how to do. — Patricia Arquette

How do you know they're all evil and deserve to die? Who made you judge, jury and executioner? — David Estes

What creatures we are. What powers are in us
in all of us. What we already know, if we choose to spend time with ourselves. What a deep love we can feel. — Susan Fletcher

In a certain sense it might well be said that his was an exemplary life. He was one of those rare people, rare in our town as elsewhere, who have the courage of their good feelings. What little he told of his personal life vouched for acts of kindness and a capacity for affection that no one in our times dares own to. Without a blush he confessed to dearly loving his nephews and sister, his only surviving near relation, whom he went to France to visit every other year. He admitted that the thought of his parents, whom he lost when he was very young, often gave him a pang. He did not conceal the fact that he had a special affection for a church bell in his part of the town which started pealing very melodiously at about five every afternoon. — Albert Camus