Columnae Cerebralis Quotes & Sayings

United States spends more on pet grooming than it does on fusion research. — Brian Cox

Didn't you hear their music, my friend? Have you ever heard humans make music like that before? That must be what love is."
Behind me, Luke's voice was sympathetic. "It's just what it sounds like. — Maggie Stiefvater

Not to sound arrogant, but what I did in one year, others couldn't do in their entire collegiate careers. — Cam Newton

If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps moving, you lose that courage to be, that quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream. — Martin Luther King Jr.

I love TV. I watch more TV than most people you know. — Bill Lawrence

The art of life is to deal with problems as they arise, rather than destroy one's spirit by worrying about them too far in advance. Especially — Robert Harris

Remember in any case, that not only the Adept, but anyone with the smallest capacity for Adeptship, is fundamentally an Artist; he will certainly not possess any of those bourgeois "virtues" which are just so many reactions to Blue Funk. — Aleister Crowley

At what point do you no longer need other people to support the decisions you've made about your own reality? — Scott Ginsberg

Their bodies are tall and skinny, but their legs are huge. Their knees allow them to walk backward. We call them the backward-walking people. They have strange heads. When they are walking, their heads flip backward so they can see where they are going. — Ardy Sixkiller Clarke

The man was more highly strung than Margaret Thatcher on the rag, God rest her. — L. H. Cosway

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. — Stephen Vincent Benet

The language I have learn'd these forty years, My native English, now I must forego: And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony: Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips; And dull unfeeling barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me. I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now: What is thy sentence then but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath? — William Shakespeare