Keith Primeau Quotes & Sayings

On his refusal to deal with Keith Primeau: We refuse to pay a prima donna, a petulant, pouting player who had 30 goals last year the same money as Toronto is paying Mats Sundin or Pittsburgh is paying Jaromir Jagr. — Peter Karmanos Jr.

The legal system in Afghanistan is very immature and porous. — Lindsey Graham

When a man forgets his ideals he may hope for happiness, but not till then. — Pearl Mary Teresa Craigie

One hundred and one. No person above seventeen years of age shall have any benefit or protection of the law, or be capable of any place of profit or honor, who is not a member of some church or profession, having his name recorded in some one, and but one religious record at once. — John Locke

Every man's friend is no man's friend. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

Until we are all free, we are none of us free. — Emma Lazarus

A life of mediocrity is a waste of life. — Colleen Hoover

But now I was home. In my home, home home, once and for all. I had had various apartments before in quite a few cities over the course of my life, but this was the first one I owned, and it felt good. A roof over my head and a place to be private, to cry, to laugh, to gorge, to hope, to dream, to wallow, and to pray for things was a salve to my soul. — Padma Lakshmi

I lose film roles because I'm a person who doesn't keep quiet about certain things. But if my heart tells me something is wrong, I'm going to go and do something about it. — Q'orianka Kilcher

Nobody read books, but women, parsons and idle people. — H.G.Wells

It is so inspiring to see a new group coming together not to focus on a particular war or weapons system, but on all war-everywhere. And it's great to have such beautifully crafted arguments about why war is not inevitable and how war contributes to so many other global ills. This coalition is worthy of Martin Luther King's call to end violence and instead put our energies and resources into 'life-affirming activities.' Bravo! — Medea Benjamin

The history of knowledge is a great fugue in which the voices of the nations one after the other emerge. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe