Luis Caffarelli Quotes & Sayings

Prayer is a place where God and humans meet. — Philip Yancey

It used to be that you'd have a song recorded by a major country artist and if it was a hit, you could buy a car. Now you can buy a dealership. — Tom T. Hall

True literacy is becoming an arcane art and the nation [United States] is steadily dumbing down. — Isaac Asimov

Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise? — Alexander Pope

The voice of the soul and of the imagination is the only voice that makes the soul and the imagination resonate thoroughly and happily; and had you spent a bit of the time you have killed to please others and had you made that bit come alive, had you nourished it by reading and reflecting at your hearth during winter and in your park during summer, you would be nurturing the rich memory of deeper and fuller hours. Have the courage to take up the rake and the pickax. Someday you will delight in smelling a sweet fragrance drifting up from your memory as if from a gardener's brimming wheelbarrow. — Marcel Proust

Does your guilty past catch up so fast with your age? You've been robbing hex nuts, cap nuts, lock nuts and wing nuts. No wonder you have turned into a greedy nut." ~ Angelica Hopes, If I Could Tell You — Angelica Hopes

The god that you believe in, and the god that I believe in, maybe different gods; however, the God that made you, and the God that made me, They are the same God. — William Wallace

I never boxed until 17 and a half, I was in the Olympics at 19, and I was world champion when I was 20. I never watched a boxing match life in my life. The only boxer I had ever heard of was Muhammad Ali. — Jeff Fenech

The turning point for effective communication is actually hearing what is being said, rather than hearing what you want to hear instead. — Dannye Williamsen

The true socialist utopia turns out to be a field of F-1 hybrid plants. — Michael Pollan

How beautiful it was
and how she loved beauty! She had always felt that her sensibility in this direction made up for certain obtuseness of feeling of which she was less proud. — Edith Wharton