Laymon Austin Quotes & Sayings

Christ knew that by bread alone you cannot reanimate man. If there were no spiritual life, no ideal of Beauty, man would pine away, die, go mad, kill himself or give himself to pagan fantasies. And as Christ, the ideal of Beauty in Himself and his Word, he decided it was better to implant the ideal of Beauty in the soul. If it exists in the soul, each would be the brother of everyone else and then, of course, working for each other, all would also be rich. Whereas if you give them bread, they might become enemies to each other out of boredom. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

A good artist does not just make imaginations beautiful to the mind, but also more pleasant to the eye with a superb visible touch of excellence. — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

It is not enough that I succeed, everyone else must fail — Attila The Hun

We have allowed an unholy alliance of government - the new monarchy - and corporate influence - the new aristocracy - to take control of events in a way that would have made our Founders shudder. — Marianne Williamson

Josh looks like a lot of things. He changes his physical form constantly. In this way he is unlike most boys his age. He thinks he is several things at once, many of them contradictory. In this way he is like most boys his age. — Joseph Fink

Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down. — Paul Cezanne

I hope you brought your handcuffs," she added. "I won't go quietly."
"I might use them anyway, for fun," he answered, remembering the sensation of her warm lips against his. — Roxanne Snopek

Jesus of Nazareth told us to say these twelve words when we prayed: 'Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.'
... And for those words alone, he deserves to be called ;the Prince of Peace. — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Life is too short for 500 pages of crap. — Roman Blaire

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high,
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on the aeolian breath. — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard