Chymia Et Alchymia Quotes & Sayings

In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength. — Ovid

Two widely dissimilar races, whether equal or not, cannot peaceably coexist in the same territory until they are either uniformly mongrelised or cast in folkways of permanent and traditional personal aloofness. — H.P. Lovecraft

Moral character is assessed not by what a man knows but by what he loves — Augustine Of Hippo

I started cooking when I was 18 years old, and now I have restaurants all over the world. — Nobu Matsuhisa

None are drawn to Christ by their calling, nor come to him by believing, but only his sheep, those whom the Father has given him,. Effectual calling runs parallel with eternal election. — Joseph Alleine

Neither one of them hesitated to translate feeling into action, when an opportunity arose. — Francoise Sagan

To me, what Minecraft represents is more than a hit game franchise. It's this open-world platform. If you think about it, it's the one game parents want their kids to play. — Satya Nadella

There's a reasonable amount of traction in college education, particularly engineering, because quite a lot of that is privatized, so there is an incentive to set up new colleges of reasonably high quality. — Azim Premji

I like the type of culture that the Internet allows to happen. And, of course, for some bizarre reason, that is cats! — Cory Arcangel

Beauty within itself should not be wasted. — William Shakespeare

Sometimes d worst that happens to u produce d best in you — Ikechukwu Joseph

The devil that stayed with me most vividly was the one from the cover of Iron Maiden's 'Number of the Beast' album. — Victor LaValle

She stares at it for several moments before taking it out from underneath the plastic film that covers it. Then she holds it with the affection of a mother for her new-born child, tender and loving; Preeti's eyes soften briefly just for that moment. The lava of hurt makes way into her throat, setting ablaze all that she has held within. As memories meet sentience, the apartment echoes with her muffled cries. The photograph, a silent spectator, drenches in her grief as the tears start their descent. — Faraaz Kazi