Boosted App Quotes & Sayings

He knew that the fuel his brain craved could only be found in a proper university. — Douglas Coupland

Lots of people dream big and talk about big bold ideas but never do anything. I judge people by what they've done. The ratio of something to nothing is infinite. So just do something. — Peter Diamandis

I've come to the point of view that for European-American society and culture to persist requires a European-American majority, and a clear one at that. — John Tanton

I don't have to walk around in hats or find remote places to go for lunch! I don't get recognised that often. — Michelle Dockery

Since September 11, the U.S. has significantly improved its security to prevent another attack. — Timothy Murphy

WFor to put oneself above the law is a fundamental recipe for disaster. — Neal Shusterman

The establishment of a rating system, voluntary or otherwise, opens the door to an endless parade of moral quality control programs based on things certain Christians do not like. What if the next bunch of Washington wives demands a large yellow J on all material written or performed by Jews, in order to save helpless children from exposure to concealed Zionist doctrine? — Frank Zappa

He that would run his company on visible figures alone will in time have neither company nor figures. — W. Edwards Deming

I had accumulated some capital and was at an age at which I was interested in generating income. But even though I was risk averse, I was interested in growth stocks. — James MacArthur

Self-deception is an exotic theory, because it makes the paradoxical claim that something called "the self" can be both deceiver and deceived. — Steven Pinker

A book is completed only when it is finished by a reader. — Colum McCann

Every master was once a disaster. — T. Harv Eker

The 'No Excuses' mindset is not only composed of net worth, but also self worth and network. — Farshad Asl

Poet, do you think a melody would compliment one of you poems? I was fixing to compose one, fiddling with ideas in my head, but...would that make it a song and not a poem anymore? And I'm not saying I'll jot the tune down, but if I did, if you wanted it...that is to say, if you agreed, would that mean the poem has died? I don't want my lute to kill it, you see. Only when does a poem stop being a poem? Can it be a song, too?" He dropped his head and spoke to my boots. "Can they blend together?"
If only he were truly referring to artistry. — Natalia Jaster