Captain Nicholls Quotes & Sayings

A thousand curses on you and those who spawned you! You've plagued me long enough, you stygian fiend! I don't know what sulfurous pit you've crawled out of, but I mean to return you to it! I'll send you on a voyage down the river Styx if it's the last thing I do!" Twain directed his attention back to the phone. "No, I wasn't talking to you, but most of what I said still applies. — Arthur Daigle

Art should be a great hallelujah to life. — Marty Rubin

I can't," I whispered.
"Why? Because you can't or you won't? — Nicole Williams

I want to do the basic things, like putting my daughter to bed. It's the sweetest thing. — Tom Douglas

Hegel, installed from above, by the powers that be, as the certified Great Philosopher, was a flat-headed, insipid, nauseating, illiterate charlatan who reached the pinnacle of audacity in scribbling together and dishing up the craziest mystifying nonsense. — Arthur Schopenhauer

He embraced me before them all, and he cried: 'Let every man favor his own doctor. This Dr. Colet is the doctor for me ... — Jean Plaidy

I never paint a portrait from a photograph, because a photograph doesn't give enough information about what the person feels. — Francesco Clemente

Just as with running, there were days that I didnt feel like writing; I wrote anyways. — Nick Symmonds

I think in business, you have to learn to be patient. Maybe I'm not very patient myself. But I think that I've learned the most is be able to wait for something and get it when it's the right time. — Bernard Arnault

Why do I have to keep proving to people that I am not a liar?! — Hillary Clinton

The theory of rights enables us to rise and overthrow obstacles, but not to found a strong and lasting accord between all the elements which compose the nation. — Giuseppe Mazzini

Given that you're meeting a sloth, that feeling is generally joy, excitement, warmth, and love. What do those feelings smell like, you ask? Like laundry, watermelon rind, the top of a baby's head, boiling water, and fresh cut grass all mixed together. — Ann Burton

A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit. — Robert Frost