Calogero Pronunciation Quotes & Sayings

Sense of humor: A thread of illuminated intelligence that links two opposite ideas. — Thomas Lansing Masson

The "Come!" of Christ separates us from the world to his name; the "Go!" of Christ sends us to the world in his name. (18) — Edmund P. Clowney

The three cardinal tenets of rum drinking in Newfoundland. The first of these is that as soon as a bottle is placed on a table it must be opened. This is done to "let the air get at it and carry off the black vapors." The second tenet is that a bottle, once opened, must never be restoppered, because of the belief that it will then go bad. No bottle of rum has ever gone bad in Newfoundland, but none has ever been restoppered, so there is no way of knowing whether this belief is reasonable. The final tenet is that an open bottle must be drunk as rapidly as possible "before all to-good goes out of it. — Farley Mowat

You can have me the way i am - bad behavior included - or not at all. — Stephenie Meyer

It's amazing living alone. I'm very lucky. It's like a refuge. — Paloma Faith

For the good we get from art is not what we learn from it; it is what we become through it. Its real influence will be in giving the mind that enthusiasm which is the secret of Hellenism, accustoming it to demand from art all that art can do in rearranging the facts of common life for us - whether it be by giving the most spiritual interpretation of one's own moments of highest passion or the most sensuous expression of those thoughts that are the farthest removed from sense; in accustoming it to love the things of the imagination for their own sake, and to desire beauty and grace in all things. For he who does not love art in all things does not love it at all, and he who does not need art in all things does not need it at all. — Oscar Wilde

What a man really says when he says that someone else can be persuaded by force, is that he himself is incapable of more rational means of communication. — Norman Cousins

Tell me who first did kisses suggest? It was a mouth all glowing and blest; It kissed and it thought of nothing beside. The fair month of May was then in its pride, The flowers were all from the earth fast springing, The sun was laughing, the birds were singing. — Heinrich Heine

He's the sort of player whose brain doesn't always know where his legs are carrying him. — Nick Farr-Jones

Everything I have ever written has been in the same chair, in the same room. — Alan Garner