Jabotinsky Biography Quotes & Sayings

A party with one idea; but that is a noble idea ... the idea of equality - the equality of all men before human tribunals and human laws. — William H. Seward

Why do I feel the sudden urge to perform violence on your face? — Sara Wolf

Everyone's body betrayed them in different ways, it was all forgiven and never discussed. — Jonathan Lethem

Intellectual life requires for its expansion and manifestation the influences and assimilation of the interests and affections of others. — Jane Addams

Regarding speculative matters that are of no practical moment, and followed by no consequences to himself, farther, perhaps, than that they foster his vanity the better the more remote they are from common sense; requiring, as they must in this case, the exercise of greater ingenuity and art to render them probable. — Rene Descartes

I'd like to have mass appeal, but not at the expense of what I am and what I do best. — Stephanie Mills

The core of original sin, then is LOT - Lack of Trust. Or, it could be considered an innate inability to adequately value ourselves. Label it a 'negative self-image,' but do not say that the central core of the human soul is wickedness ... positive Christianity does not hold to human depravity, but to human inability. — Robert H. Schuller

The sky drops silver threads of sleet. — Anthony Doerr

Leadership is not about being nice. it's about being right and being strong — Paul Keating

I'm not the kind of faggot who wants to put a rainbow sticker on a machine gun. — CA Conrad

Mr Cripp's last words were 'Good heavens! It's full of holes!' said Mary. 'Do you have any idea to what he was referring?'
'Most puzzling,' confessed the Vicar. 'He might have been referring to anything - the greenhouse, his cucumber, the plot - anything.'
'The plot?' echoed Mary.
'I mean the vegetable plot,' he said hurriedly. — Jasper Fforde

There was nothing lonelier than a man with a million friends. — William Shatner

I was struck again by the deep quiet of the countryside, the absence of any human sounds; my mind still expected the clamor of cars, voices, all the clatter of nonstop human movement. Here was only the hushed patter of the drizzle, the call of birds in faraway trees. The air was impossibly sweet, like wine. A crow called from somewhere, its voice dark and throaty. — Simone St. James