Antuan Arno Quotes & Sayings

There was a coldness in his unwavering ease, his constant and impersonal joy. — Emily Ruskovich

No talent, but yet a character.
[Ger., Kein talent, doch ein Charakter.] — Heinrich Heine

There is no medicine to cure hatred. — Publilius Syrus

Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate. — John F. Kennedy

Labor Day. We could hear their bellow and grind from the Route 19 overpass. Below, the river gleamed like a flaw in metal. Leaving the parking lot behind, we billy-goated down the fisherman's trail, one by one, the way all mountain people do. Loud clumps of bees clustered in the fireweed and boneset, and the trail underfoot crunched with cans, condom wrappers, worm containers. A half-buried coal bucket rose from the dirt with a galvanized grin. The laurel hell wove itself into a tunnel, hazy with gnats. There, a busted railroad spike. The smell of river water filled our noses. — Matthew Neill Null

You can't get to a pleasant place to be at unless you use pleasant methods to get there. When you are dealing with a human society the means is fully as important as the end. — Clarence Darrow

Things look especially bleak for common killers such as diabetes and heart disease. Those ailments clearly have a genetic component. But when scientists survey genes looking for which mutations patients have in common, they come up empty. — Sam Kean

Everything comes gradually and at its appointed hour. — Ovid

The very essence of capitalism is under threat as business is now seen as a personal wealth accumulator. We have to bring this world back to sanity and put the greater good ahead of self-interest. We need to fight very hard to create an environment out there that is more long term focussed and move away from short termism. — Paul Polman

Love, like life, isn't a tragedy or a fairy tale - it's both. — Jeannine Allison

The only thing history teaches us, a wise man once said, is that history doesn't teach us anything. — Michael Lewis

While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day. — John Dryden

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