Gaulist Quotes & Sayings

Freedom to speak and write about public questions is as important to the life of our government as is the heart to the human body. In fact, this privilege is the heart of our government. If that heart be weakened, the result is debilitation; if it be stilled, the result is death. — Hugo Black

even the required Smart Librarian glasses. — Rachel Caine

P.S. If you do not receive this, of course it must have been miscarried; therefore I beg you to write and let me know. — Boyle Roche

As for my support for Obama, remember that I was brought up in Washington. It was an all-black city when I was a kid. And I've always been very pro-African-American - or whatever phrase we now use. — Gore Vidal

Happiness is like a kiss, in order to get any good out of it, you have to give it to someone else. — Zig Ziglar

I've never been a classic Gaulist! Not a Gaulist at all. — Helmut Schmidt

When you die you forget. Death is a sleep, a forgetting. You forget about your previous lifetime. The essence of your being is the same. But at death, the personality dissolves — Frederick Lenz

The heart was a mansion with infinite rooms inside.

-The Widowed Bride by Elizabeth Lane — Elizabeth Lane

I took myself out of the business to study film at NYU and the School of Visual Arts. I grew up on movie sets and was fascinated with the camera and behind-the-scenes work. I felt it would help my career as an actor if I knew all aspects of film. — Devin Ratray

Scale is extremely important. Scale is not dimensions. Dimensions are physical and scales are mental. — Massimo Vignelli

She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage! — Zora Neale Hurston

Oh Florence, Florence, patroness
of the lovely tyrannicides!
Where the tower of the Old Palace
pierces the sky
like a hypodermic needle,
Perseus, David and Judith,
lords and ladies of the Blood,
Greek demi-gods of the Cross,
rise sword in hand
above the unshaven
formless decapitation
of the monsters, tubs of guts,
mortifying chunks for the pack.
Pity the monsters!
Pity the monsters!
Perhaps, one always took the wrong side -
Ah, to have known, to have loved
too many David and Judiths!
My heart bleeds for the monster.
I have seen the Gorgon.
The erotic terror
of her helpless, big-bosomed body
lay like slop.
Wall-eyed, staring the despot to stone,
her severed head swung
like a lantern in the victor's hand. — Robert Lowell