Hirschbach Motor Quotes & Sayings

If we are ever going to achieve a rational approach to organizing our affairs, we have to dignify the process of admitting to being wrong. It doesn't help matters at all if the media, or your friends, accuse you of "flip-flopping" when you change your mind. Changing our minds is our hope for the future. — Brian Eno

Most zombie stories, the problems they solve are not the actual zombies. The problems they solve are the human interactions. — Stephen Graham Jones

Let all Black Poets die as trumpets,
And be buried in the dust of marching feet. — Etheridge Knight

I should point out, nevertheless, that even though incomplete data can lead to a false picture, this is far different from the (false) picture obtained by those who choose to ignore empirical data to invent a picture of reality (young earthers, for example), or those who instead require the existence of something for which there is no observable evidence whatsoever (like divine intelligence) to reconcile their view of creation with their a priori prejudices, or worse still, those who cling to fairly tales about nature that presume the answers before questions can even be asked. — Lawrence M. Krauss

There is nothing better to display the truth in an excellent light, than a clear and simple statement of facts. — Benedict Of Nursia

I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination. — Jodi Picoult

To me, hip hop will never be right until female rappers have a stronger voice in it. — Queen Latifah

A sad pretty girl inspires the urge to console, unlike a sad old crone. — Margaret Atwood

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care. — Algernon Charles Swinburne

The deepest urge in human nature is the desire to be important. — John Dewey

The other thing that happened in 1883 was my reading of Thoreau's Walden. — Edward Carpenter