Last Shaman Quotes & Sayings

If every young person pursued their greatest passion and then said, 'What part of this can be applied to social good?' You don't have to choose between being successful and being a philanthropist. — Monique Coleman

Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems! — Edwin Arnold

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born. — Jean Genet

It's amazing the things that the heart and mind can endure. No one ever told me that growing up, so I often spent my childhood thinking something was wrong with me. — Yassin Hall

The subject says: I see first many things which dance ... then everything gradually becomes connected. — Jim Morrison

Sensible men are getting more liberal; they are removing the old landmarks: fall in with the times. Wear your shield, Christian, therefore, close upon your armour, and cry mightily unto God, that by His Spirit you may endure to the end. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

What an ugly beast the ape, and how like us. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

It should be the historian's business not to belittle but to illuminate the greatness of man's spirit. — C.V. Wedgwood

They change their skies,
but not their souls
who run across the sea. — Horace

Every album I make big records. I'm going to always make an anthem. That's what I do. — DJ Khaled

The way to get ahead is to start now. — William Feather

To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass. — Carl Sandburg

If God be near a church, it must pray. And if he be not there, one of the first tokens of his absence will be a slothfulness in prayer. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

They had extemporized a verse made up of two insults about matters over which the victim had no control: the color of her skin and speculations on the sleeping habits of an adult, widely fitting in its incoherence. That they themselves were black, or that their own father had similarly relaxed habits was irrelevant. It was their contempt for their own blackness that gave the first insult it's teeth. They seem to have taken all of their smoothly cultivated ignorance, their exquisitely learned self-hatred, their elaborately designed hopelessness and sucked it all up into a fiery cone of scorn that had burned for ages in the hollows of their minds - cooled - and spilled over lips of outrage, consuming whatever was in its path. They danced a macabre ballet around the victim, whom, for their own sake, they were prepared to sacrifice to the flaming pit. — Toni Morrison

No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n; But such plain roofs as Piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise. — Alexander Pope