Anselme De Cantorbery Quotes & Sayings

Religion says earn your life. Secular society says create your life. Jesus says, 'My life for your life. — Timothy Keller

The exercise of an extraordinary gift is the supremest pleasure in life. — Mark Twain

A man's face is the surface of a pond, reflecting the sky, reflecting the trees, reflecting whatever is the object of his gaze and his love, the reflection hiding his depths. But when the wave passes, in the swell, for an instant, you can see what lies beneath the waters. — Brent Weeks

People always tell me I'm too modest, and that I'm allowed to tell myself now and then that I'm good at something. Well okay then, the bathroom is very (beautiful) clean right now. — Willemijn Verkaik

Did you notice there aren't any average kids anymore - only Gifted and Disposable? — Heather Choate Davis

He is ready, if the occasion presents itself, to throw the whole English population in the St. Lawrence. — Wilfrid Laurier

The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind. — E. M. Forster

Everybody I'm working with now is a friend. And I would be very, very remiss to work with anybody in the future who has not shown me who they really are. — Billy Corgan

I think that ultimately your age is determined by your attitude. It's not the number; it's not how many wrinkles you have on your face. It's the energy that you project. — Christie Brinkley

He was a noisy robust little man with a gleam of real talent concealed in the messy obscurity of his verse. But because he did his best to shock people with his monstrous mass of otiose words (he was the inventor of the "submental grunt" as he called it), his main output seems now so nugatory, so false, so old-fashioned (super-modern things have a queer knack of dating much faster than others) that his true value is only remembered by a few scholars who admire the magnificent translations of English poems made by him at the very outset of his literary career, - — Vladimir Nabokov

Imagination continually frustrates tradition; that is its function. — Jules Feiffer