Hopsin Song Quotes & Sayings

When I am outside at night by myself every person turns into a pedophile. So I tend to walk a little faster than usual and then I sprint. — Wanda Sykes

Modern conquerors can kill, but do not seem to be able to create. Artists know how to
create but cannot really kill. Murderers are only very exceptionally found among artists. In the long run,
therefore, art in our revolutionary societies must die. But then the revolution will have lived its allotted
span. Each time that the revolution kills in a man the artist that he might have been, it attenuates itself
a little more. If, finally, the conquerors succeed in molding the world according to their laws, it will not
prove that quantity is king, but that this world is hell. In this hell, the place of art will coincide with that of
vanquished rebellion, a blind and empty hope in the pit of despair. — Albert Camus

It's not easy for an entrepreneur to find the time to blog. But for those who do it, it is a great tool to communicate with the various stakeholders in their business and build a reputation for thought leadership. — Fred Wilson

To learn to concentrate we must choose a prayer or meditation and follow this path with commitment and steadiness, a willingness to work with our practice day after day, no matter what arises. — Jack Kornfield

He who knows himself properly can very soon learn to know all other men. It is all reflection. — Georg C. Lichtenberg

What America demands in her black champions is a brilliant, powerful body and a dull, bestial mind. — Eldridge Cleaver

What interests me the most is expressing what's in nature, in the visible world, that is. — Giorgio Morandi

As Evelyn slid to a stop in the center of the hallway, Butler calmly shook his head. Then he lifted his machine gun and fired. — Elizabeth Heiter

But of bliss and glad life there is little to be said, before it ends; as works fair and wonderful, while they still endure for eyes to see, are ever their own record, and only when they are in peril or broken for ever do they pass into song. — J.R.R. Tolkien