Constable Crabtree Quotes & Sayings

First Conjuration Addressed to Emperor Lucifer. Emperor Lucifer, Master and Prince of Rebellious Spirits, I adjure thee to leave thine abode, in what-ever quarter of the world it may be situated and come hither to communicate with me. — A. E. Waite

What is literature, and why do I try to write about it? I don't know. Likewise, I don't know why I go on living, most of the time. But this not knowing is precisely what I want to preserve. As readers, the closest way we can engage with a literary work is to protect its indeterminacy; to return ourselves and it to a place that precludes complete recognition. Really, when I'm reading, all I want is to stand amazed in front of an unknown object at odds with the world. — M. John Harrison

The brew was military style "A" - freshly made and scalding, suitable for pouring down on peasants attacking the family castle. — Jeff Grubb

These days, she would have auctioned off the Milky Way to make his intentions a little less honorable. Her — Marissa Meyer

In the history of culture the discovery of zero will always stand out as one of the greatest single achievements of the human race. — Tobias Dantzig

Faith engenders courage; and also requires it. — Ted Malloch

That higher awakening is called God-consciousness. In that condition, you will see that all the objects of the world are your own universal self. — Krishnananda Saraswati

Evil isn't capable of telling the truth. — Adrienne Woods

I am extremely proud and honoured to have beaten Pete's record as he was my childhood hero and I have always looked up to him. — Roger Federer

We have been flooded with postal cards from all over the United States and several parallel universes. Just a quick glance though these cards is enough to remind you why this great nation, despite all the talk of decline, still leads the world in tranquilizer consumption. — Dave Barry

If an employer had to pay a man one dollar for the same work a woman could do for 59 cents, why would anyone hire a man? — Warren Farrell

She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over".
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone — T. S. Eliot