Lipshultz Larry Quotes & Sayings

Charity is the soul of faith, makes it alive; without love, faith dies. — Anthony Of Padua

Hope, I've discovered, is a sad nuisance. Hope is a horse with a broken leg. — Lyndsay Faye

We talk a lot about individual rights, but in fact Americans are very willing to give up our individual rights if it means our property values will be protected, and so on. — Robert D. Kaplan

People compose for many reasons, to become immortal; because the piano happens to be open; because they want to become a millionaire; because of the praise of friends; because they have looked into a pair of beautiful eyes; or for no reason whatsoever. — Robert Schumann

Like the rabid fans of sports, the same goes for fans and their actors, TV shows and movies. You love what you love, and it bonds you with others who love the same thing. — Kristoffer Polaha

I was not born to get stuff done. I was born to dream it and then move towards it. — Esther Hicks

Education is for improving the lives of others and for leaving your community and world better than you found it. — Marian Wright Edelman

Anyway, the point is that you guys really need to get out more. — Hitori Nakano

Christianity isn't all that complicated ... it's Jesus. — Joni Eareckson Tada

Likewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always comes when we have to carry it. We live on the future: "tomorrow," "later on," "when you have made your way," "you will understand when you are old enough." Such irrelevancies are wonderful, for, after all, it's a matter of dying. Yet a day comes when a man notices or says that he is thirty. Thus he asserts his youth. But simultaneously he situates himself in relation to time. He takes his place in it. He admits that he stands at a certain point on a curve that he acknowledges having to travel to its end. He belongs to time, and by the horror that seizes him, he recognizes his worst enemy. Tomorrow, he was longing for tomorrow, whereas everything in him ought to reject it. That revolt of the flesh is the absurd. — Albert Camus

You ask me, How much time? I do not know. I know it means time enough to forget time. — John Mott