Creamed Peas Quotes & Sayings

Write until you have nothing left to say and then stop writing. Focus on content and quality rather than word count. — Gudjon Bergmann

Leg locomotion was, for decades, thought to be an incredibly difficult problem. There has been very, very painstakingly slow progress there, and robots that essentially lumbered along at one step every 15 seconds and occasionally fell over. — Stuart J. Russell

All things grow, flourish, die, and re-grow. Life and death are continuous and fluid. Like the Sun and the Moon which die and are reborn, so do the seasons and all living things. — Brandi L. Bates

Folly, like its consequences, is dreadful.
Wisdom, like its rewards, is great. — Matshona Dhliwayo

According to man's environment, society has made as many different types of men as there are varieties in zoology. The differences between a soldier, a workman, a statesman, a tradesman, a sailor, a poet, a pauper and a priest, are more difficult to seize, but quite considerable as the differences between a wolf, a lion, an ass, a crow, a sea-calf, a sheep, and so on. — Honore De Balzac

It was enough to lie there and expand / Till all the stars were shining into me / And I was all the stars that I could see / In all the endless acres of the night. / That was the best of living. — Jane Merchant

Transplanting the ballet to the United States is like trying to raise a palm tree in Dakota. — Lincoln Kirstein

Photography ... is either an expression of a cosmic vision, an embodiment of a life movement or it is nothing - to me. (1919) — Paul Strand

The thing I can't resist is a pork pie. That's my idea of a lovely treat. — Delia Smith

I can see how I could write a bold account of myself as a passionate man who rose from humble beginnings to cut a wide swath in the world, whose crimes along the way might be written off to extravagance and love and art, and could even almost believe some of it myself on certain days after the sun went down if I'd had a snort or two and was in Los Angeles and it was February and I was twenty-four, but I find a truer account in the Herald-Star, where it says: "Mr. Gary Keillor visited at the home of Al and Florence Crandall on Monday and after lunch returned to St. Paul, where he is currently employed in the radio show business ... Lunch was fried chicken with gravy and creamed peas". — Garrison Keillor