Gumbril Quotes & Sayings

I wish they'd hurry up with the second scene,' said Mrs. Viveash. 'If there's anything that bores me, it's entr'actes.'
'Most of one's life is an entr'acte,' said Gumbril. — Aldous Huxley

Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful. — Catullus

Your income is a direct reward for the quality and quantity of the services you render to your world. Whatever field you are in, if you want to double your income, you simply have to double the quality and quantity of what you do for that income. Or you have to change activities and occupations so that what you are doing is worth twice as much. — Brian Tracy

The book 'A Reliable Wife' is a slice of American history. It takes a part of American history and tells a story about the purchase of a wife by a Wisconsin businessman. The research of that would have been really interesting. — Patti LuPone

Be guided by feelings alone. Abandon yourself to your first impression. If you really have been touched, you will convey to others the sincerity of your emotion. — Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot

It's impossible to remain angry or blame other people for problems in your life when you are saying , I am responsible — Brian Tracy

As is the case in our time with the ills of all nations, the reason lies in the lack of a reasonable religious teaching which by explaining the meaning of life would supply a supreme law for the guidance of conduct and would replace the more than dubious precepts of pseudo-religion and pseudo-science with the immoral conclusions deduced from them and commonly called 'civilization'. Your — Leo Tolstoy

It gets tiring, doing the same thing everyday. — Ajay Devgan

The man who bears my name, and who claims to be me, was born on July 15, 1865, the sixth in a family of seven. He was an ugly child, and remained ugly till his eighteenth year, when his looks gradually improved. — Laurence Housman

Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. — Anthony Burgess

I'm guilty of extraordinary naivete, I suppose. But it's a naivete that I really don't want to abandon, not even now. — Jock Sturges