Elasticities That Can Be Calculated Quotes & Sayings

I'm an unorthodox type of guy, a funny guy - at least I think I'm funny. And one of the things I like to do is come up with nicknames for myself. — Shaquille O'Neal

Aggression only moves in one direction - it creates more aggression. — Margaret J. Wheatley

I send the picture in a message to Ian that says, She's gonna have all my babies. — Colleen Hoover

Free time was the most precious time, when you should be doing what you loved, or at least slowing down enough to remember what made your life worthwhile and happy. — Amy Tan

Virtue is like a rich stone, best plain set. — Francis Bacon

The problem is that there are very few technologies that essentially haven't changed for 60, 70 years. — Robert Sternberg

Beauty is necessarily shrouded in mystery
which is part of its splendour. — Thomas Dubay

The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users. — Devon Monk

You either have it or you don't. You play your horn just like you sing a song or a hymn. If it's in your heart, you express yourself in the tune. — Louis Armstrong

A school out of Canberra sends me a term's worth of work. I sit on the couch by myself and complete it and send it back. — Callan McAuliffe

Should we only be interested to view the cherry blossoms at their peak, or the moon when it is full? To yearn for the moon when it is raining, or to be closed up in ones room, failing to notice the passing of Spring, is far more moving. Treetops just before they break into blossom, or gardens strewn with fallen flowers are just as worthy of notice. There is much to see in them. Is it any less wonderful to say, in the preface to a poem, that it was written on viewing the cherry blossoms just after they had peaked, or that something had prevented one from seeing them altogether, than to say "on seeing the cherry blossoms"? Of course not. Flowers fall and the moon sets, these are the cyclic things of the world, but still there are brutish people who say that there is nothing left worth seeing, and fail to appreciate. — Yoshida Kenko