Butturff Bowler Quotes & Sayings

Don't worry about mistakes. Making things out of mistakes, that's creativity. — Peter Max

Although I am an anarch, I am not anti-authoritarian. Quite the opposite: I need authority, although I do not believe in it. My critical faculties are sharpened by the absence of the credibility that I ask for. As a historian, I know what can be offered. — Ernst Junger

I wish I had more time to visit schools. — Cornelia Funke

I don't think about whether people will remember me or not. I've been an ok person. I've learned a lot. I've taught people a thing or two. That's what's important. — Julia Child

Rationally, I was convinced that the universe without God made no sense, but that simply was not the same as believing. But I also knew that I could not argue myself, or be argued, into faith. — Henry Grunwald

One single idea may have greater weight than all the men, animals, and machines for a century. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Maybe crying is a means of cleaning yourself out emotionally. Or maybe it's your last resort; the only way to express yourself when words fail, the same as when you were a baby and had no words. — Aristotle.

Stealing things is a glorious occupations, particularly in the art world. — Malcolm McLaren

Communism existed once, during two 45 minute half-times, when Honved, from Budapest, won over England by 6-3. The English played individually, and the Hungarians, collectively. — Jean-Luc Godard

Announcing a withdrawal date, that was wrong. The Taliban may not have watches, but they do have calendars. — Mitt Romney

I wouldn't give Satan a snowball's chance in Hell against a woman's ego ... — Bill Hicks

That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds. — Lydia M. Child