Dosbox Tutorial Quotes & Sayings

A glass of wine often makes me a better man than hearing a sermon. — Jerome K. Jerome

Great teachers create space for learning and invite people into that space. — Peter M. Senge

I have nothing else to offer you but my own happiness. Please say that it, at least, measures up, that it is a proper sort of unhappiness. — Walker Percy

When an old shepherdess in Greece can do it, why do you think I cant? (About knitting a sweater). — C. Hampton Jones

Men come and men go, I have come and I will go when my time comes — Nelson Mandela

I have an assistant who's very good at email, so I don't struggle with it. — Quentin Blake

If you want to be an artist, truly try to write what you believe, and if you write when you don't believe then you should try to become an actor. — Chuck D

Running has thrown me into adventures that I would otherwise have missed. — Benjamin Cheever

You think because I am her mother I can remake her? — Susan Vreeland

We're not aware of changing our minds even when we do change our minds. And most people, after they change their minds, reconstruct their past opinion - they believe they always thought that. — Daniel Kahneman

I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe. — Tahereh Mafi

Her vision came into focus and again this time the trees crackled and mocked her. You're going to die you silly bitch, they seemed to chant. They waved their branches, howling, as the wind whistled through the trails which had suddenly grown icy cold. Kayn's mind snapped back to reality; she had lost a lot of blood ... none of this was real. Children of Ankh — Kim Cormack

I don't go to conferences quite as much as I used to: having a child and movin away from the university leaves me with less time, but I've tried to balance things out - not just spending time with Linux all the time, but having a real job and a real life at the same time. — Linus Torvalds

Now, the plan of plundering each other produces nothing. It only wastes. All — William Graham Sumner

One of the crazies moved into the cone of light beneath a streetlight. It was a black man, high-stepping and making jerking movements with his arms. He made a crisp turn and began moving back into the darkness. He was a trombone player in a matching band in a world somewhere else. — Michael Connelly