Kaison Phombut Quotes & Sayings

Science probes; it does not prove. Imagine Newton's reaction to an objector of his law of gravity who argued that he could not establish a universal law because he had not observed every falling apple, much less proved the law of gravity - there might, after all, be an apple that levitates! Why should a group of simple, stable compounds of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen and nitrogen struggle for billions of years to organize themselves into a professor of chemistry? — Robert M. Pirsig

After you marry, every asset either of you acquires is jointly held. That's why you both need to be in sync on your long-term financial goals, from paying off the mortgage to putting away for retirement. Ideally, you should talk about all this before you wed. If you don't, you can end up deeply frustrated and financially spent. — Suze Orman

It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink, you could get tooken,
And now you're understanding the definition of 'Crooklyn.'
Pigs on parade, but bacon fryin' and cookin',
Cause kids' tired of dyin' and walkin' round like they shooken. — Killer Mike

You know, I try not to look back, because looking forward is so much better than looking backward. — Jim Bakker

All the territorial possessions of all the political establishments in the earth
including America, of course
consist of pilferings from other people's wash. No tribe, howsoever insignificant, and no nation, howsoever mighty occupies a foot of land that was not stolen. — Mark Twain

You will forever be my always. — Swapna Rajput

She strode across the moors as if distance was a personal insult. — Terry Pratchett

There are a dozen views about everything until you know the answer. Then there's never more than one. — C.S. Lewis

Are you a devil?"
"I am a man," answered Father Brown gravely; "and therefore have all devils in my heart. — G.K. Chesterton

Sometimes managers are a little shy to criticize another manager or another operation. — Tom Douglas

He was looking past Amy's naked body, over the crescent line between her chest and hip, haloed with tiny hairs, to where, beyond the weathered French doors with their flaking white paint, the moonlight formed a narrow road on the sea that ran away from his gaze into spreadeagled clouds. It was as if it were waiting for him. — Richard Flanagan