Isarms Quotes & Sayings

When Tiger was 6 months old, he would sit in our garage, watching me hit balls into a net. He had been assimilating his golf swing. When he got out of the high chair, he had a golf swing. — Earl Woods

In the end, for all our differences and conflicts, most women and men share the same food, work, shelter, bed, life, joy, anguish, and fate. We need each other. — Edward Abbey

Love rules without rules. — Claire Cook

Destiny waits in the hand of god, shaping the still unshapen.. — T. S. Eliot

Public calamity is a mighty leveller. — Edmund Burke

Gifts are free, but maturity is expensive. — Bill Johnson

Enlightenment will be now the beginning, not the end. Beginning of a non-ending process in all dimensions of richness. — Osho

I give myself time with a guitar and PA to let my subconscious do its thing. This happens repeatedly over a period of time, and slowly, a set of songs emerge that make some sort of sense to me as a body of work that turns into an album. — Scout Niblett

At the time of our hike, the
Appalachian Trail was fifty-nine years old. That is, by American standards, incredibly venerable. The Oregon and Santa Fe trails didn't last as long. Route 66 didn't last as long.
The old coast-to-coast Lincoln Highway, a road that brought transforming wealth and life to hundreds of little towns, so important and familiar that it became known as "America's Main Street," didn't last as long. Nothing in America does. If a product or enterprise doesn't constantly reinvent itself, it is superseded, cast aside, abandoned without sentiment in favor of something bigger, newer, and, alas, nearly always uglier. And then there is the good old AT, still quietly ticking along after six decades, unassuming, splendid, faithful to its founding principles, sweetly unaware that the world has quite moved on. It's a miracle really. — Bill Bryson

The purpose of education is to make good human beings with skill and expertise ... Enlightened human beings can be created by teachers. — A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table. — Holly Thompson