Cratered Bottom Quotes & Sayings

A pure heart won't get us out of conflict and controversy. It may well be the very thing that gets us into it. — John Hagee

May your criminal enjoyments vanish as a shadow! may your ill-gotten wealth leave you without a resource; and may you yourself remain alone and deserted, to learn the vanity of these things, which now divert you from better pursuits! — Antoine Francois Prevost D'Exiles

Women, when describing their roles in their organizations, usually referred to themselves as being in the middle of things. Not at the top, but in the center; not reaching down, but reaching out. — Sally Helgesen

Leadership is based on complex phenomena. — Rakesh Khurana

The rain was pouring down again. The wind came in fitful gusts. The depressing sound of the pattering rain nearly drove them mad. By — Agatha Christie

What are you?' Trout asked the boy scornfully. 'Some kind of gutless wonder?'
This, too, was the title of a book by Trout, The Gutless Wonder. It was about a robot
who had bad breath, who became popular after his halitosis was cured. But what made
the story remarkable, since it was written in 1932, was that it predicted the widespread
use of burning jellied gasoline on human beings.
It was dropped on them from airplanes. Robots did the dropping. They had no
conscience, and no circuits which would allow them to imagine what was happening to
the people on the ground.
Trout's leading robot looked like a human being, and could talk and dance and so on,
and go out with girls. And nobody held it against him that he dropped jellied gasoline on
people. But they found his halitosis unforgivable. But then he cleared that up, and he was
welcomed to the human race. — Kurt Vonnegut

It's wrong to say that animals do not feel what we feel; indeed, they may feel far more than we do and in far different emotional shades. — Brian Doyle

I maintain that I never expect anything, therefore I'm always pleasantly surprised. — Lianne La Havas

If an urn lacks the characteristics of an urn, how can we call it an urn? — Confucius