Gatepost Framingham Quotes & Sayings

I have a huge underground following on the web. — John McAfee

Friendship on the contrary is enjoyed in proportion to our desire: since it is a matter of the mind, with our souls being purified by practising it — Michel De Montaigne

I think once you start going to therapy three times a week, you've made some sort of terrible transition. I think that's the difference between "a little fucked up," in a concerned endearing tone and "fucked up" with raised eyebrows and a slow head nod. — Hannah Moskowitz

In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers ... — Edith Wharton

If the underdog were always right, one might quite easily try to defend him. The trouble is that very often he is but obscurely right, sometimes only partially right, and often quite wrong; but perhaps he is never so altogether wrong and pig-headed and utterly reprehensible as he is represented to be by those who add the possession of prejudices to the other almost insuperable difficulties of understanding him. — Jane Addams

When I decided to be an actor, years ago, I just said, 'Look, I'm not going to do this unless I can be the best,' but I don't know what 'the best' is. — Eddie McClintock

Street photography is art and if art is a crime, please God, forgive me. — Thomas Leuthard

We have 26,000 genes. But a blind, millimetre-long roundworm with only 959 cells in total already has over 19,000. — Iain McGilchrist

Memory is, of course, a trickster. — Frances Mayes

Communication through revelation is part of what makes Christianity unique. It takes you from a vague idea of "there is some kind of something up there," to a personal God who communicates with us, revealing what he is like and how to have a relationship with him. Anything that could get in the way of that revelation would be disastrous to us either knowing about God or knowing him personally. — Jon Morrison

By the time Cyrus was released from the hospital and the army, his gonorrhea was dried up. When he got home to Connecticut there remained only enough of it for his wife. — John Steinbeck