Escuche La Quotes & Sayings

A man who has not suffered has nothing to tell with his paintings. — Irving Stone

What do you want for them when they're grown? Surround them with people who are that - the kind of adults you want them to be. Children are such mimics ... if they see honesty and fair dealing and kindness, they will copy that. — Elizabeth Moon

A lot of success in life and business comes from knowing what you want to avoid: early death, a bad marriage, etc. — Charlie Munger

When a man undertakes to create something, he establishes a new heaven, as it were, and from it the work that he desires to create flows into him ... For such is the immensity of man that he is greater than heaven and earth. — Paracelsus

A show of a certain amount of honesty is in any profession or business the surest way of growing rich. — Jean De La Bruyere

I would only have been too pleased if someone had asked me for my data. If you really believed in your data, you wouldn't mind someone looking at it. You should be able to respond that if you don't believe me go out and do the measurements yourself. — James Lovelock

My mom always said I liked to stir the pot with a glittering spoon. — Kris Carr

When we say that a man controls himself, we must specify who is controlling whom. — B.F. Skinner

It is wrong, and ultimately self-defeating for a nation of immigrants to permit the kind of abuse of our immigration laws that we have seen ... in recent years. There is too much of it, and we must do much more to stop it." "The fact is that employer sanctions have been in the law ... since 1986 but no prior administration has made a serious attempt to enforce them. — William J. Clinton

The model and size of the server was determined with help from an application vendor who provided a recommended configuration based on the company's specific need. That need was not the company's — Matthew Portnoy

I smelt him, smelt Johnny; for a second I thought - what? That he was there, was with me, that he wasn't...But I realised it was his perfume, the one I'd had made specially for him by an artisan perfumer in New York, his own custom-made one-off blend. It had been hideously expensive but I hadn't cared as long as it had pleased him. It was all intense essential oils, layer upon layer of labdanum, patchouli, vanilla, vetiver, ambrette, frankincense, myrrh, amber, Bulgarian rose absolute, Oud wood - the list was endless and beautiful, like a scented prayer. The woman had said some of the ingredients would keep their fragrance for a hundred years, would never die. Like me, he'd said, like us. I'd put some drops of the heavy dark oil on a couple of cotton wool pads and put them in the box when we got it, now the fragrance - strange, narcotic, archaic - filled the room like his ghost, embracing me in memories. — Joolz Denby