Burroughes And Watts Quotes & Sayings

God's silence is an answer itself. — Paul Gitwaza

I've had more students die than I ever thought possible. My husband urges
me to quit Fairfield and teach at some school without gang members who live their lives only to die or end up
as drug dealers. — Simone Elkeles

I am a crazy Maverick fan. I would go there if Dallas was a great entertainment center. — Flula Borg

The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them — Alexander Pope

If you know that you are born of Christ, you don't need to worry, you are already guaranteed the victory — Sunday Adelaja

The customs are as formalised as an eighteenth-century minuet, and a child at the race's knee learns the moves and twirls by osmosis and observation. — Maya Angelou

I try to understand you. You look so civilized. Not a hint of the criminal in you. Perhaps, though, something of the Nazi criminal. That super honest, loyal citizen who checked the number of soap boxes. He would take great care not to make mistakes in figures (four, less than four), but he does not question whether the soap is made from human fat. — Marvin Hoffman

The revoloution is just a T-shirt away. — Billy Bragg

The family which takes its mauve an cerise, air-conditioned, power-steered and power-braked automobile out for a tour passes through cities that are badly paved, made hideous by litter, lighted buildings, billboards and posts for wires that should long since have been put underground. They pass on into countryside that has been rendered largely invisible by commercial art. (The goods which the latter advertise have an absolute priority in our value system. Such aesthetic considerations as a view of the countryside accordingly come second. On such matters we are consistent.) They picnic on exquisitely packaged food from a portable icebox by a polluted stream and go on to spend the night at a park which is a menace to public health and morals. Just before dozing off on an air mattress, beneath a nylon tent, amid the stench of decaying refuse, they may reflect vaguely on the curious unevenness of their blessings. Is this, indeed, the American genius? — John Kenneth Galbraith