Aulae Quotes & Sayings

There is a fascinating chaos to life; but there is always a message in the mess ... always. — Steve Maraboli

I am not poor, I am not rich; nihil est, nihil deest, I have little, I want nothing: all my treasure is in Minerva's tower ... I live still a collegiate student ... and lead a monastic life, ipse mihi theatrum [sufficient entertainment to myself], sequestered from those tumults and troubles of the world ... aulae vanitatem, fori ambitionem, ridere mecum soleo [I laugh to myself at the vanities of the court, the intrigues of public life], I laugh at all. — Robert Burton

Your swoonin' needs work." his accent was back. "so does your alias," I snapped. "Dr.Smith? Seriously? Why not John Doe? And how is it that everybody around here seems to buy you're a doctor? you don't look enough to drink, let alone practice medicine — Erica O'Rourke

I know that without treatment I would not have never been able to harness my creativity in such a successful way. — Patty Duke

Power, as it is, has a whole apparatus operating that goes about cutting down, closing doors, so that protests, exercises, platforms, and organizations, such as the Zapatistas, can't grow further in the barrio. — Bocafloja

Press on, regardless. — Mary Stewart

Fanaticism is not a state of religion but a state of mind. — Tony Blair

I am what you made me, Father. — Jamie Ford

A tree weeps when cut down, a dog howls when beaten, but a man matures when offended. — Jose Saramago

The discrepancy between equity earnings yields and Treasury yields is at an all time high — John Paulson

There were stalls nestled around the castle the way the lights were, not in rows but in odd spots, as if the stalls had grown there or alighted on random places like birds. There was one stall with ringing chimes that was set halfway up a ruined wall, so the customers had to climb sliding pieces of slate to get to it. There were more stalls set in the grassy hollows among the stones and nestled into the corners of the walls. One woman had actually turned a ruined wall into her stall, brightly colored jars arranged on the jagged, protruding shards of stone.
All through the fragments of a lost castle lit by magic moved the people of the Goblin Market. There was a man hanging up knives alongside wind chimes, which made dangerous and beautiful music as they rang together in the sea breeze. There was a boy who looked about twelve stirring something in a cauldron with a rich-smelling cloud handing over it, and bark cups ranged along his stall. — Sarah Rees Brennan

Asked, Would you call yourself impetuous, Addie? — Anita Diamant