Kingston Hospital Quotes & Sayings

Silence in love betrays more woe - Than words though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, may challenge double pity. — Walter Raleigh

Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus.
(Mountains are in labour, a ridiculous mouse will be born) — Horace

With the right hunch, you could read the inflection of an author's soul on a single comma, in one sentence, and from that one sentence seize the whole book, his life work. — Andre Aciman

Sacred Scripture, since it has no science above itself, can dispute with one who denies its principles only if the opponent admits some at least of the truths obtained through divine revelation; thus we can argue with heretics from texts in Holy Writ, and against those who deny one article of faith we can argue from another. If our opponent believes nothing of divine revelation, there is no longer any means of proving the articles of faith by reasoning, but only of answering his objections - if he has any - against faith. — Thomas Aquinas

Hypocrisy has its own elegant symmetry. — Julie Metz

Whatever ignominy or disgrace we have incurred, it is almost always in our power to reestablish our reputation. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

I'm a behind-the-scenes guy. I've got a face for radio. — Dave Sitek

There, in thin blue lines that could be called spidery, was the mark of Lord Nightshade - the — Michelle Sagara

My personality has not once altered under outside influence." "Then I'm genuinely appalled, and your childhood nannies have my intense sympathy. You've got a bit of a nerve, don't you think, accusing other people of vanity? You make Mr. Darcy look like the poster child for low self-esteem. — Lucy Parker

The murals in restaurants are on par with the food in museums. — Peter De Vries

Something new is blowing. On a downtown Kingston wall: IMF - Is Manley Fault. General election called for October 30, 1980. Somebody is driving you through Bavaria, near the Austrian border. A hospital sprouting out of the forest like magic. Hills in the background tipped with snow like cake icing. You meet the tall and frosty Bavarian, the man who helps the hopeless. He smiles but his eyes are set too far back and they vanish in the shadow of his brow. Cancer is a red alert that the whole body is in danger, he says. Thank God the food he forbids, Rastafari had forbidden long time. A sunrise is a promise. Something new is blowing. November 1980. A new party wins the general election and the man who killed me steps up to the podium with his brothers to take over the country. He has been waiting for so long he leaps up the stairs and trips. — Marlon James

Youre a rich man, why arent you smart? — Jacque Fresco