Kojas Cafe Quotes & Sayings

Thomas More, the Lord Chancellor, has put his signature first on all the articles against Wolsey. They say one strange allegation has been added at his behest. The cardinal is accused of whispering in the king's ear and breathing into his face; since the cardinal has the French pox, he intended to infect our monarch. When he hears this he thinks, imagine living inside the Lord Chancellor's head. Imagine writing down such a charge and taking it to the printer, and circulating it through the court and through the realm, putting it out there to where people will believe anything; putting it out there, to the shepherds on the hills, to Tyndale's plowboy, to the beggar on the roads and the patient beast in its byre or stall; out there to the bitter winter winds, and to the weak early sun, and the snowdrops in the London gardens. — Hilary Mantel

God's blessings are dispensed according to the riches of his grace, not according to the depth of our faith. — Max Lucado

I went to theater school but never really got the chance to do theater, and it's always been a dream of mine. — Matthew Settle

I'm not that careful with cars. — Elizabeth Hurley

Jeff Bridges taught me a lot about how to keep a scene fresh. — Robert Englund

The solution is really simple: Figure out what time you can carve out, what time you can steal, and stick to your routine. Do the work every day, no matter what. No holidays, no sick days. Don't stop. What you'll probably find is that the corollary to Parkinson's Law is usually true: Work gets done in the time available. — Austin Kleon

Even the lowest of the Hindus, the Pariah, has less of the brute in him than a Briton in a similar social status. — Swami Vivekananda

AT DAWN, a juggernaut of thunder wheeled over the stony heavens in a spark-throwing tumult. Rain fell softly on town cupolas, chuckled from rainspouts, and spoke in strange subterranean tongues beneath the windows where Jim and Will knew fitful dreams, slipping out of one, trying another for size, but finding all cut from the same dark, mouldered cloth. — Ray Bradbury