Catalyzing Urethane Quotes & Sayings

The three adventurers were overcome by that delicious weariness which suddenly overtakes one at the end of an outdoor day. — Carol Ryrie Brink

A man lusts to become a god ... and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder? — David Zindell

Did you just call me old? I really prefer the word 'experienced'. — Morgan Freeman

You do what you were made to do. Some of us were made to read and write. Thanks be to God. — Nancy M. Malone

Like most people, I feel ambiguous guilt for my inferiors, ambiguous envy for my superiors, and mandatory low-spirits about the system itself. — Martin Amis

I was driven to reflect deeply and inveterately on that hard law of life, which lies at the root of religion and is one of the most plentiful springs of distress. Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the futherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering. — Robert Louis Stevenson

Politicians are like bad horsemen who are so preoccupied with staying in the saddle that they can't bother about where they're going. — Joseph Alois Schumpeter

And the glory of character is in affronting the horrors of depravity to draw thence new nobilities of power: as Art lives and thrills in new use and combining of contrasts, and mining into the dark evermore for blacker pits of night. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Don't be jealous of anyone. I guarantee you, if everyone walked into a room, and dumped their problems onto the floor, when they saw what everyone else's problems were, they'd be scrambling to get their own problems back before someone else got to them first. — Kim Gruenenfelder

Forgiven? No. I am a bad, low woman; I despise myself and don't attempt to justify myself. It's not my husband but myself I have deceived. And not only just now; I have been deceiving myself for a long time. — Anton Chekhov