Kate Bodreaux Quotes & Sayings

In some ways more painful is the fact that their experience appears to be fading from the collective memory of humankind. Having never experienced an atomic bombing, the vast majority around the world can only vaguely imagine such horror, and these days, John Hersey's Hiroshima and Jonathan Schell's The Fate of the Earth are all but forgotten. As predicted by the saying, 'Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,' the probability that nuclear weapons will be used and the danger of nuclear war are increasing. — Tadatoshi Akiba

Photography is not a sport. It has no rules. Everything must be dared and tried! — Bill Brandt

[Eddie] wondered if every criminal saw himself as the hero of his own story and if every thankless son was convinced he'd been mistreated by his father. — Alice Hoffman

The secret to life is to enjoy the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived. — Oscar Wilde

I think it is important to do what you believe in and ignore the critics. — Janet Fish

I do not know what I will think tomorrow and later; today I feel no distinct emotion. — Primo Levi

I've got kids now and they will constantly pull you into the here and now - they are very present and very vivid. — Tim Finn

The universities only ought to turn out men who are experts in the Holy Scriptures, men who can become bishops and priests, and stand in the front line against heretics, the devil, and all the world. But where do you find that? — Martin Luther

That night they camped, in a grove of oaks and beeches where a spring ran. The nights were still cool and they had a fire against it, of a rail lifted from a nearby fence and cut into lengths - a small fire, neat, niggard almost, a shrewd fire; such fires were his father's habit and custom always, even in freezing weather. Older, the boy might have remarked this and wondered why not a big one; why should not a man who had not only seen the waste and extravagance of war, but who had in his blood an inherent voracious prodigality with material not his own, have burned everything in sight? — William Faulkner