Carthago Quotes & Sayings

Now we see again, under the blue heavens where the larks are singing in the hot April sky, why the Romans called the Etruscans vicious. Even in their palmy days the Romans were not exactly saints. But they thought they ought to be. They hated the phallus and the ark, because they wanted empire and dominion and, above all, riches: social gain. You cannot dance gaily to the double flute and at the same time conquer nations or rake in large sums of money. Delenda est Carthago. To the greedy man, everybody that is in the way of its greed is vice incarnate. — D.H. Lawrence

Life's a tough proposition, and the first hundred years are the hardest. — Wilson Mizner

But if you will think of ourselves as coming out of the earth, rather than having been thrown in here from somewhere else, you see that we are the earth, we are the consciousness of the earth. These are the eyes of the earth. And this is the voice of the earth. — Joseph Campbell

He (Cato) never gave his opinion in the Senate upon any other point whatever, without adding these words, "And, in my opinion Carthage should be destroyed." ["Delenda est Carthago."] — Plutarch

I'd love to do a show in Vegas with drag queens. The tackier the better. — Catherine Zeta-Jones

I get inspired by my friends, and if a friend is a writer, that is even deeper. — Nick Flynn

The only peace that can endure is a peace that can be defended, — Benjamin Netanyahu

Government subsidies can be critically analyzed according to a simple principle: You are smarter than the government, so when the government pays you to do something you wouldn't do on your own, it is almost always paying you to do something stupid. — P. J. O'Rourke

My heart, as I closed the cabinet and rose to my feet, was a small dead creature. If I could bury it in the woods, I would. — Lauren Myracle

The great thing about the moon landing is that my grandmother got the first color TV in order to be able to see the moon landing that was in black and white. — Alfonso Cuaron

Life's sunniest hours are not without
The shadow of some lingering doubt
Amid its brightest joys will steal
Spectres of evil yet to feel
Its warmest love is blent with fears,
Its confidence a trembling one
Its smile
the harbinger of tears
Its hope
the change of April's sun!
A weary lot
in mercy given,
To fit the chastened soul for heaven. — John Greenleaf Whittier