Incentivized Define Quotes & Sayings

Nemo Iudex in causa propia est
No one is a judge in his own case — Anonymous

I ended up doing a local AmDram musical when I was nine or so. We had to sing and dance and act. It was probably terrible, but I loved it. — Gemma Chan

The wicked find it easier to coalesce for seditious purposes than for concord in peace. — Tacitus

The singing I like best is when I sing. — Marty Rubin

I was lucky I wasn't a better boxer, or that's what I'd be now - a punchy ex-pug. — Bob Hope

Singing wasn't a reality for me, until other people started noticing I sounded good. — Trey Songz

The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive. — Robert Frost

There is no such thing as a homosexual or a heterosexual person. There are only homo- or heterosexual acts. Most people are a mixture of impulses if not practices. — Gore Vidal

The reason the world is not seeing Jesus is that Christian people are not filled with Jesus. They are satisfied with attending meetings weekly, reading the Bible occasionally, and praying sometimes. It is an awful thing for me to see people who profess to be Christians lifeless, powerless, and in a place where their lives are so parallel to unbelievers' lives that it is difficult to tell which place they are in, whether in the flesh or in the Spirit. — Smith Wigglesworth

Sometimes he comes to me in my dreams, and I wonder if ironically all our stories were written on his skin back there in Texas City in 1947. Or maybe that's just poetic illusion purchased by time. But even in the middle of an Indian summer's day, when the sugarcane is beaten with purple and gold light in the fields and the sun is both warm and cool on your skin at the same time, when I know that the earth is a fine place after all, I have to mourn just a moment for those people of years ago who lived lives they did not choose, who carried burdens that were not their own, whose invisible scars were as private as the scarlet beads of Sister Roberta's rosary wrapped across the back of her small hand, as bright as drops of blood ringed round the souls of little people. — James Lee Burke

Without poetry, love has no exuberance. — Debasish Mridha