Fazzi Academy Quotes & Sayings

Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence. — Dorothy Dix

The real reason to abolish departments like Energy and Education is not to promote efficiency, nor even to save taxpayers' money. It is that many agencies perform functions that are not Federal responsibility. The founders delegated to the Government only strictly defined authority in Article I, Section 8, of the Constitution. Search the entire Constitution, and you will find no authorization for Congress to subsidize the arts, finance and regulate education or invest tax revenues in energy research. — David Boaz

I always believed you could learn something from nearly everybody you meet, if you're open to it. — Hillary Clinton

The Unconscious Civilisation There is a certain terrifying dignity to the big ideologies. With the stroke of an intellectual argument the planet is put in its place. Only the bravest or the most foolish of individuals would not become passive before such awe inspiring destinies. — John Ralston Saul

It is entirely up to us to invent our own lives. — Raoul Vaneigem

I'm not "filled with my art". I ain't got no art. I've got only a kind of craftsman's skill, and make stories as I make biscuits or embroider underwear or wrap up packages. — Rose Wilder Lane

Nostalgia is a form of depression both for a society and an individual. — Abbie Hoffman

Chocolate is maybe my only vice. In particular, Godiva's champagne truffles. Or Dean & Deluca vanilla cupcakes. Just thinking about them - oh my gosh! — Shilpa Shetty

A few years ago when she'd read Paul several passages from Fifty Shades of Grey, they'd both giggled like teenagers.
"The biggest fantasy in that book," Paul had said, "is that he changes in the end. — Karin Slaughter

Chastity is curable, if detected early. — Woody Allen

And the Flatline aligned the nose of Kuang's sting with the center of the dark below. And dove. Case's sensory input warped with their velocity. His mouth filled with an aching taste of blue. His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sounds of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine spines. The spines split, bisected, split again, exponential growth under the dome of the Tessier-Ashpool ice. — William Gibson