Greatest Slug Quotes & Sayings

Ignorance and prejudice are the handmaidens of propaganda. Our mission, therefore, is to confront ignorance with knowledge, bigotry with tolerance, and isolation with the outstretched hand of generosity. Racism can, will, and must be defeated. — Kofi Annan

Cooking is mythology - a story told over and over, passed on again and again, always with the same meaning but expressed in endlessly different ways. — Anna Thomas

History will help to remedy intellectual faults such as excessive concentration on one line of thought, absence of understanding for other points of view, belief in simple solutions, lack of balance of mind, absence of an imaginative understanding. — Geoffrey Elton

And now she has you seizing control of my army."
"Your army? I thought this was Gaunt's."
"So did he. — Michael J. Sullivan

Great men in teaching weak men to reflect have set them on the road to error. — Luc De Clapiers

the mystery of love bespeaks another mystery - the mystery of God. If we refuse to ascribe the name of God to the mystery of love, we shall remain in the throes of endless self-deception. Which means that melancholia cannot but be deeply, inherently religious. It has its human players and counterplayers, yet, in the end, it always comes down to one's personal experience of the mystery, the uncanniness of love. And there is nothing more uncanny than a love that has no knowable boundaries. — Donald Capps

Deliver us, O Allah, from the Sea of Names. — Ibn Arabi

Girl rabbits in an' tells the law she been raped. The guys in Weed start a party out to lynch Lennie. So we sit in a irrigation ditch under water all the rest of that day. — John Steinbeck

The "artificial gap" between business and IT can be bridged via effective leadership, profound understanding, continuous learning, and improvement. — Pearl Zhu

Spies should be able to endure torture and still keep their secrets. I spilled mine out like pennies from a broken piggy bank. — Myra McEntire

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf. — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey