Artificers Measure Quotes & Sayings

I'm taking my talents to South Beach. — LeBron James

You keep accusing me of blasphemy all of the time, But I cannot be convicted of a victimless crime. — Dan Barker

I was coming down off the last painkiller left in my dresser drawer after Autumn tossed my stash. In that moment I was so groggy and happy I would have accepted a date with Oscar the Grouch - and planned to do some serious feeling up on the green furry beast too. Yeah, stooping to pharmaceutical-inspired sex fantasies about garbage can Sesame Street characters - that had to be the best Just Say No drug lecture a girl in a leg cast could ever receive to make her go cold turkey off the meds. — Rachel Cohn

Leaving

He stood backlit
by windows full of winter,
a shade thrown over his face.
What a waste, I thought.
What relief. — Jameson Fitzpatrick

Every private in the French army carries a Field Marshall wand in his knapsack. — Napoleon Bonaparte

There were few who preferred honor to money. — Sallust

The sage is sharp but does not cut, pointed but does not pierce, forthright but does not offend, bright but does not dazzle. — Laozi

And now dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly. — Mary Howitt

Without the library, you have no civilization. — Ray Bradbury

Only those are happy who never think or, rather, who only think about life's bare necessities, and to think about such things means not to think at all. True thinking resembles a demon who muddies the spring of life or a sickness which corrupts its roots. To think all the time, to raise questions, to doubt your own destiny, to feel the weariness of living, to be worn out to the point of exhaustion by thoughts and life, to leave behind you, as symbols of your life's drama, a trail of smoke and blood - all this means you are so unhappy that reflection and thinking appear as a curse causing a violent revulsion in you. — Emil Cioran