Almanach De Gotha Quotes & Sayings

It's the minute fanaticism and superiority of the Almanach that offends: the chilling and narrowing of the kinship tie into something denatured and artificial. — Christopher Hitchens

Until he had come up with a name, he was too pathetic to look at
a real idiot. But now that he had some label like graviconcentrate, he thought that he understood everything and life was a breeze. — Arkady Strugatsky

The Lynburns built this town on their blood and bones."
"That was their first mistake," Jared said. "They should've built a city on rock and roll. — Sarah Rees Brennan

It's the basic truth of the human condition: everybody lies. — House

Quarterback is not a position that you come in having not played it your whole life. — Warren Moon

Fear is an acid which is pumped into one's atmosphere. It causes mental, moral and spiritual asphyxiation, and sometimes death; death to energy and all growth. — Horace Fletcher

I had only myself to rely on. And that, I thought, was the most frightening aspect of my predicament. After all, how could I rely on someone I couldn't trust? — Bella Forrest

There are those ... who enter the world in such poverty that they are deprived of both the means and the motivation to improve their lot. Unless these unfortunates can be touched with the spark which ignites the spirit of individual enterprise and determination, they will only sink back into renewed apathy, degradation and despair. It is for us, who are more fortunate, to provide that spark. — Aga Khan IV

The illegal drug trade is the financial engine that fuels many terrorist organizations around the world, including Osama bin Laden. — Dennis Hastert

A leader is not just a person who gives orders. He is also the one who symbolises the society he leads. If the leader is corrupt, then the society must be corrupt too. — Amish Tripathi

Predict the predictable, it sounds something strange and difficult, but so far is stupid. To predict the predictable is the stupid thing ever done by human kind. — Deyth Banger

A murderer's light spilled out from the sunset. It flooded William Street with its ruddy glow and ran beneath the blue-black hail clouds and up the boulevard like hot blood. — Richard Flanagan