Albert Laurent Quotes & Sayings

To build a church when a school house is needed is to perpetrate a theft upon education.
To build a church when a hospital is needed is to take from the parched lips of the sick the cup of relief and from the suffering the merciful hand of help.
When the object of man's conduct will be to improve the conditions of his fellow man and not the appeasement of a mythical God, he will become more understanding and more indulgent of the frailties, mistakes, and action of others, and by the same token he will become more appreciative of their efforts.
He will develop a greater consciousness to avoid mistakes and to prevent injury. Life and its living will take on a greater significance, and our efforts and energies will be devoted to creating as much joy and happiness as possible for all living creatures. — Joseph Lewis

Why is it that crisis pushes me to my own devices when those devices are frequently the very things that produced my crisis in the first place? — Craig D. Lounsbrough

You'd like people to remember you for these great times on the ice. In reality, you want them to forget because you're doing something new and better. — Apolo Ohno

The old self seemed unprecedentedly heavier than the surrounding atmosphere. — Aldous Huxley

If you want to know the value of an hour ask new love birds (lovers) that are waiting for each other at different bus stations. — Sunday Adelaja

For the LORD is our judge, the LORD is our lawgiver, the LORD is our king; it is he who will save us. — Isaiah

Growing up on the plantation there in Mississippi, I would work Monday through Saturday noon. I'd go to town on Saturday afternoons, sit on the street corner, and I'd sing and play. — B.B. King

I grow up in the States, in Miami, but I was born in Guatemala, and my father's Cuban, and in 'Body of Lies,' I played an Iraqi. — Oscar Isaac

Riches cover a multitude of woes. — Menander

The short sharp shock of three thousand mother two hundred mothers. The ones who picked through the supermarket debris for pieces of their dead husbands. The ones who still laundered their gone son's bed sheets by hand. The ones who kept an extra teacup at the end of the table, in case of miracles. The elegant ones, the angry ones, the clever ones, the ones in hairnets, the ones exhausted by all the dying. They carried their sorrow - not with photos under their arms, or with public wailing, or by beating their chests, but with a weariness around the eyes. Mothers and daughters and children and grandmothers, too. They never fought the wars, but they suffered them, blood and bone. — Colum McCann

Oh, how I wished I could speak. How I wished for thumbs. I could have grabbed his shirt collar. I could have pulled him close to me, so close he could feel my breath on his skin, and I could have said to him, "This is just a crisis. A flash! A single match struck against the implacable darkness of time! You are the one who taught me to never give up. You taught me that new possibilities emerge for those who are prepared, for those who are ready. You have to believe!" But I couldn't say that. I could only look at him. — Garth Stein

You don't notice the referee during the game unless he makes a bad call. — Drew Curtis

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough? — V.C. Andrews