Espantoso In English Quotes & Sayings

For what reason then do the realists show themselves so unfriendly toward philosophy? Because they misunderstand their own calling and with all their might want to remain restricted instead of becoming unrestricted! Why do they hate abstractions? Because they themselves are abstract since they abstract from the perfection of themselves, from the elevation of redeeming truth! — Max Stirner

You may be frustrated with religion, but don't take that out on God. — Bruce Feiler

Nothing should lead you aside from your planned route — Sunday Adelaja

As a Christian I have no duty to allow myself to be cheated, but I have the duty to be a fighter for truth and justice.
Speeches — Adolf Hitler

Every time you say 'trust me', I trust you even less — Leigh Bardugo

Understanding is always in some sense retrospective, which is what Hegel meant by remarking that the owl of Minerva flies only at night. — Terry Eagleton

But now I feel off the grid. I feel that I am not part of the culture. And because I don't have a car I don't really go anywhere to buy things. In fact, I have been in a slow process of selling and giving away everything I own. — Vincent Kartheiser

But I think a life of raising prize cattle, going shooting two or three times a year, fishing in the summer, and interspersing the whole thing with some golf and bridge - and whenever I felt like talking or writing, doing it with abandon and with no sense of responsibility whatsoever - maybe such a life wouldn't be so bad. — Dwight D. Eisenhower

Whilst in speaking of human things, we say that it is necessary to know them before we love can them ... the saints on the contrary say in speaking of divine things that it is necessary to
love them in order to know them, and that we only enter truth through charity. — Blaise Pascal

Our individual life is brief, and perhaps the whole life of mankind will be brief if measured in astronomical scale — Bertrand Russell

We had proceeded but a few days, coasting the crushing capes of rock that every where seemed to run out in a diablerie of tusks and horns to drive us from the region that they warded, now cruising through a runlet of blue water just wide enough for our keel, with silver reaches of frost stretching away into a ghastly horizon - now plunging upon tossing seas, tho sun wheeling round and round, and never sinking from the strange, weird sky above us, when again to our look-out a glimmer in the low horizon told its awful tale - a sort of smoky lustre like that which might ascend from an army of spirits - the fierce and fatal spirits tented on the terrible field of the ice-floe. — Harriet Prescott Spofford

Reading one book is like eating one potato chip. — Diane Duane