Berlage Archive Quotes & Sayings

Never bet with anyone you meet on the first tee who has a deep suntan, a 1-iron in his bag, and squinty eyes. — Dave Marr

Part of one's despair, of course, is that the world cares nothing for the little shocks endured by the sensitive stickler. While we look in horror at a badly punctuated sign, the world carries on around us, blind to our plight. We are like the little boy in The Sixth Sense who can see dead people, except that we can see dead punctuation. Whisper it in petrified little-boy tones: dead punctuation is invisible to everyone else
yet we see it all the time. No one understands us seventh-sense people. They regard us as freaks. When we point out illiterate mistakes we are often aggressively instructed to "get a life" by people who, interestingly, display no evidence of having lives themselves. Naturally we become timid about making our insights known, in such inhospitable conditions. Being burned as a witch is not safely enough off the agenda. — Lynne Truss

Just go out and drop a few hand grenades all over the place, son.
(to Kevin Keegan) — Bill Shankly

If handled correctly, Facebook can become your marketing partner and is a relatively cost-efficient method for companies to increase brand awareness and consumer engagement. — Wsi

A bad workman quarrels with the man who calls him that. — Ambrose Bierce

this absolute power of God over man is counterbalanced by the idea that man is God's potential rival. — Erich Fromm

We become intoxicated with color, with words that speak of color, and with the sun that makes colors brighter. — Andre Derain

Phrases are pebbles that the writer tosses into the reader's soul.
The diameter of the concentric waves they displace depends on the dimensions of the pond. — Nicolas Gomez Davila

Would you like some warm Spring pie?
Then, take a cup of clear blue sky.
Stir in buzzes from a bee,
Add the laughter of a tree.

A dash of sunlight should suffice
To give the dew a hint of spice.
Mix with berries, plump and sweet.
Top with fluffy clouds, and eat! — Paul F. Kortepeter