Liebenau Graz Quotes & Sayings

We all know that men in moderate circumstances can have just as comfortable houses as the richest, just as comfortable clothing, just as good food. They can see just as fine paintings, just as marvelous statues, and they can hear just as good music. They can attend the same theaters and the same operas. They can enjoy the same sunshine, and above all, can love and be loved just as well as kings and millionaires. — Robert Green Ingersoll

Philosophers, Poets and Fools have similar Consciousness — Amit Gupta

Nothing mitigated failure except the knowledge that it did not matter. — Elizabeth Goudge

It is especially important to remember that the ownership of humans is possible too; not in terms of actual slavery, which they are proud to have abolished, but in the sense that, according to which sex and class one belongs to, one may be partially owned by another or others by having to sell one's labour or talents to somebody with the means to buy them. In the case of males, they give themselves most totally when they become soldiers; the personnel in their armed forces are like slaves, with little personal freedom, and under threat of death if they disobey. Females sell their bodies, usually, entering into the legal contract of "marriage" to Intermediates, who then pay them for their sexual favours by- — Iain Banks

'Tis always morning somewhere in the world — Richard Henry Horne

You're the husband?" the doctor asked with a nod to Roarke.
"Yes. How is she?"
"Spitting mad - I think she has some very ominous plans for you. And if you happen to be Peabody, you're in on them."
"She's okay." Peabody let out a gush of air. "That's great. — J.D. Robb

Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood. — Jane Yolen

What's your nickname?"
"BC."
She frowns, trying to figure it out. "Because your middle name is Charles?"
I shake my head and tell her with the straightest face, "Big Cock. — Emma Chase

Jace: Clary, I want a bath.
Clary: Yeah, well, I want a million dollars, we all want something. — Cassandra Clare