Hinde Quotes & Sayings

The heart will be tested during the journey of life, and if it is true, it will find the one person it is meant to love. — Felix Alexander

I guess I didn't feel confident enough to be searching in a big public way. I was very content at the time to toil in obscurity on things that I thought might point me in certain directions or teach me certain things - not knowing what that would be. — Steven Soderbergh

Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.
Alexander Supertramp, May 1992 — Christopher McCandless

The leading edge in evidence presentation is in science; the leading edge in beauty is in high art. — Edward Tufte

Hinde Esther Singer was born in Poland on March 31, 1881, the daughter of Bathsheva and Pinchos Mendel Singer. Bathsheva was an intellectual, but both Bathsheva's father and her husband disapproved of erudite women. — Clive Sinclair

I've got a whole lotta questions, and not so many answers. — Sarah Lacy

Nothing important is done in the United States without lawyers. — Jean Monnet

Let's say I have a mystical soul and a rational brain, and, like Montaigne, I am incapable of choosing between them. I don't know if I believe in God, but I am often tempted to believe. — Francois Mitterrand

On the road you have to be more organized. Also, a crowd's energy helps you focus. Nothing compares to playing live. You have to slamdunk whatever you're playing. In the studio, you can do things over. — Chris Wyse

Hinde Esther Kreitman is a forgotten literary foremother, her works largely lost, ignored and out of print. — Clive Sinclair