Fiasconaro Pistachio Quotes & Sayings

I began observing, making paintings of my surroundings, taking a vow of silence, listening, composing music, writing, and making time for formal education. Then I started telling stories. — John Francis

I wish I could write about shows outside New York. I often feel like the last person to know anything, because I almost never get to leave town, and when I do, I tend to go for three days max. Seeing between 30 and 40 shows a week in 100 or so galleries and museums takes up nearly all my time. — Jerry Saltz

I believe, I truly believe, that humans will be living off of this planet, at some point in the future. It's inevitable for us, and it seems like a reasonable and realistic progression for us as a human race. We won't last on this planet - not forever. — Andrew J. Feustel

People think that the ocean is big enough to sustain anything we throw at it - its hard to get into your head that it's actually finite. — Glenn Close

Being known is really fun, extremely strange, and not very important. This — Mindy Kaling

It has been said, and only half in jest, that a tough, professionally led union is a great force for improving management performance. It forces the manager to think about what he is doing and to be able to explain his actions and behavior. — Peter Drucker

He who, while unacquainted with these writings, nevertheless knows by the natural light that there is a God having the attributes we have recounted, and who also pursues a true way of life, is altogether blessed. — Baruch Spinoza

Free trade is not a principle, it is an expedient. — Benjamin Disraeli

The greatness of Ty Cobb was something that had to be seen, and to see him was to remember him forever. — George Sisler

There is no such thing as an ugly woman - there are only the ones who do not know how to make themselves attractive. — Christian Dior

The man dies in all those that keep silent. — Wole Soyinka

Great movies are rarely perfect movies. — Pauline Kael

As the films of clay are removed from our eyes, Death loses the false aspect of the spectre, and we fall at last into its arms as a wearied child upon the bosom of its mother. — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton