Mattersons Quotes & Sayings

Mature men look into the ladies hearts.
Immature ones mention constantly their body parts.
They mentioned sex like they're obsessed.
Enslaved by drugs and alcohol; helpless. — Ricardo Derose

The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church's ban Or hell's damnation. — Robert Burns

Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ. — Heinrich Heine

And then I carefully sealed away my heart... — Stephenie Meyer

We often despise what is most useful to us. — Aesop

Laura Brandt knew all about coming out of a suspension chamber. — Peter F. Hamilton

One measure of the greatness of a work is that the characters who play roles in the narrative feel its essential truth. As someone who is proud to have been there during much of the action David Sepkoski describes, I give his description and analysis of the history of paleobiology a five-star rating; to my mind, this actually was the way it was. — Niles Eldredge

Jazz music should be inclusive. Smooth jazz to me rules out a certain kind of drama and a certain tension that I think all music needs. Especially jazz music, since improvising is one of the cornerstones of what jazz is. And when you smooth it out, you take all the drama out of it. — David Sanborn

A series of books is really one book separated into several. — Maribel C. Pagan

I don't write about too many male businessmen, and I'm not apt to write about too many female businessmen. — John Updike

Somebody scoffed, Oh, you'll never to that - At least no one ever has done it; But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, And the first thing we knew, he'd begun it. — Edgar Guest

The efficiency of God may be understood as either creation or providence. — William Ames

You ought to realize, you take up very little space in the world as a whole - your body, that is; in reason, however, you yield to no one, not even to the gods, because reason is not measured in size but sense. So why not care for that side of you, where you and the gods are equals? — Epictetus