Culinario Treccani Quotes & Sayings

If you live long enough, lots of nice things happen. — George Halas

Brahma emerged from the right side of Mahesa, Vishnu from the left and Nilarudra from his heart. In the beginning, intoning AUM, Sadasiva created the universe. Siva is Pranava and Pranava is Siva. — Ramesh Menon

The only way you can raise the debt ceiling is to change the trajectory of spending - that's my personal preference. But I want the Ways and Means Committee to offer up a solution. — Jason Chaffetz

The painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen. — Paul Klee

A person God himself deems as wise is one who not only hears His voice, but immediately begins to act upon His instruction. — Erwin McManus

To put an end to the spirit of inquiry that has characterized the West it is not necessary to burn the books. All we have to do is to leave them unread for a few generations. — Robert Maynard Hutchins

I call you once ... you never dialed back.
Twice ... you never dialed back.
Saturday morning, live, I'm on Soul Train, talkin' to Don Cornelius.

Saturday night, my phone rings ...
Saturday night, I won't answer.
Saturday night, my phone rings again ...
Saturday night, I don't answer. — Kool Keith

That's the confidence that New York gave me. There was finally a city that appreciated what I had to say and the honesty with which I said it. — Eddie Huang

They appear to have had a higher voter turnout in Iraq than we did in our recent federal elections, and we didn't have terrorists threatening to kill our families if we voted. — Conrad Burns

I am permanently a student of people who make great songs, but besides sort of learning by absorption, I just love listening to music, hearing what's going on, hearing new things or new old things. — John Darnielle

Come, come, Cap'n, be just," returned the other. "There's no call to be angry with me in earnest. I'm on'y a chara'ter in a sea story. I don't really exist. — Robert Louis Stevenson

I Sing what was lost and dread what was won,
I walk in a battle fought over again — W.B.Yeats