Kasanova Da Quotes & Sayings

If we are to cherish freedom, and to guard it, we must remember what the alternative is: the bread of affliction and the bitter herbs of slavery. — Jonathan Sacks

I'd like to be able to design as easily as if I was using Photoshop. I'd like to be able to create a multicolumn layout and control source order without having to do advanced mathematics or hire Eric Meyer or Dan Cederholm to figure out the CSS, because I can't. — Jeffrey Zeldman

Virginia: Oh, you made it.
Tony: I was going to say the same to you. I've been here quite a while
Virginia: Really?
Tony: Yes, about an hour.
Virginia: I didn't know it was a race.
Tony: I didn't know that was a path. — Kathryn Wesley

New York had impressed me as a place where there was lots of money and not much difficulty in getting it. — James Weldon Johnson

One was always met by a gust of greyness and narrow circumstances. — Cora Sandel

Dad? Um, listen. I have kind of a crazy story for you ... — Sarah Mlynowski

When I look back at the church I grew up in, I realise that nothing about its behaviour was very Christian. It was just a social club on Sundays where people would meet up with their mates. — James Corden

I decided to put on my new suit and go out and find a woman, a beautiful one, of course, to support a man of my still-hidden talents. — Charles Bukowski

Every normal person, in fact, is only normal on the average. His ego approximates to that of the psychotic in some part or other and to a greater or lesser extent. — Sigmund Freud

So that's how you know Donovan. You knew his father."
Warren nodded. "Daniel Caine, a fine man. Donovan is too. But he's not the one for you. — Jennifer Estep

Whatever a man knows, whatever is not mere rumbling and roaring that he has heard, can be said in three words. — Ferdinand Kurnberger

If I could get the ear of every young man but for one word, it would be this: make the most and best of yourself. There is no tragedy like a wasted life
a life failing of its true end, and turned to a false end. — Thornton T. Munger

A subtle chain of countless rings The next unto the farthest brings; The eye reads omens where it goes, And speaks all languages the rose; And, striving to be man, the worm Mounts through all the spires of form. — Ralph Waldo Emerson