Little Brother Phonte Quotes & Sayings

Never despair while under the guidance and auspices of Teucer. — Horace

Bringing an asteroid back to Earth? What's that have to do with space exploration? If we were moving outward from there, and an asteroid is a good stopping point, then fine. But now it's turned into a whole planetary defense exercise at the cost of our outward exploration. — Buzz Aldrin

God intends us to penetrate the world. Christian salt has no business to remain snugly in elegant little ecclesiastical salt cellars; our place is to be rubbed into the secular community, as salt is rubbed into meat, to stop it going bad. And when society does go bad, we Christians tend to throw up our hands in pious horror and reproach the non-Christian world; but should we not rather reproach ourselves? One can hardly blame unsalted meat for going bad. It cannot do anything else. The real question to ask is: Where is the salt? — John R.W. Stott

Art is the concrete representation of our most subtle feelings. — Agnes Martin

She engaged in a few moments of recreational xenophobia, which didn't help at all but did pass the time. Someone — T. Kingfisher

She put the Trust into her sister's hand. Magdalen took it from her mechanically. "You!" she said, looking at her sister with the remembrance of all that she had vainly ventured, of all that she had vainly suffered, at St. Crux - "you have found it! — Wilkie Collins

When you're watching Psycho, there' s that moment when you have a visceral reaction to watching someone being stabbed. And then you have the intellectual revelation that you're not, and that's where the celebration comes in. — Penn Jillette

I'm a proud fighter for the little guy and the people of my state who are struggling to make ends meet. That's what Louisiana values are about. — Charlie Melancon

I find it somewhat difficult to write with other people, although it has happened occasionally. — Graham Nash

The missingness of the missing. We know what that feels like. Every endeavor, every kiss, every stab in the heart, every letter home, every leaving, is a ransack of what's in front of us in the service of what's lost. — Jeanette Winterson