Jlio Cesar Quotes & Sayings

Gods of my fathers," Deoch said reverently. "Keep her always so: unchanging, past my understanding, and safe from harm. — Patrick Rothfuss

Get on with it. Talking to you melts my soul. — Sarah Noffke

Art and religion first; then philosophy; lastly science. That is the order of the great subjects of life, that's their order of importance. — Muriel Spark

I have a binging imagination and thus a mental hoarding problem.
What I need to do is host an estate sale in my heavy head
and invite those suffering from creative block in through the porches of my ears to browse through the crowded unorganized trove of
curious coinages, precious epiphanies and junky minutiae and take away inspiration while uncluttering my poor mind. — Stephen Stokes

A child develops individuality long before he develops taste. — Erma Bombeck

Men follow their sentiments and their self-interest, but it pleases them to imagine that they follow reason. And so they look for, and always find, some theory which, a posteriori, makes their actions appear to be logical. If that theory could be demolished scientifically, the only result would be that another theory would be substituted for the first one, and for the same purpose. — Vilfredo Pareto

If the devil decided to run for President, do you think he/she would put on their horns and wicked grin, or a suit with an angelic smile? If the wicked witch stayed green and ugly, would she have been able to give Snow White a poisoned apple? And if the Big Bad Wolf had not disguised himself as an old granny, would he have been able to lure Little Red Riding Hood into the house to eat her? And if a drug dealer wanted to seduce some school kids to get on his drugs, would he act like a greedy businessman - or a caring friend? Salt and sugar look exactly the same but taste very different. We live in a world of illusions, one filled with Luciferians acting like righteous men, and righteous men condemned as criminals. — Suzy Kassem

And what did last? I last, she thought. Yes, i have lasted. But for what? — Ernest Hemingway,