Mcclatchy Marist Quotes & Sayings

Libido is a normal part of being human. Nothing scandalous about it. But without it, in either women or men, would there be a demand for birth control? — Mike Huckabee

To be a painter now is to be part of a very small, endangered species. — Howard Hodgkin

Who saves his country violates no law. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Certainly take the advice of others but always, always be yourself. — Eric Cantona

Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"
James lifted an invisible sword.
"'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!' Like my dad."
Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him.
"Got a problem with that?"
"No," said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy - "
"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" interjected Sirius. — J.K. Rowling

Poor L.
We are sorry that you left so soon. We are even sorrier to have inveigled our Esmeralda and mermaid into a naughty prank. That sort of game will never again be played with you, firebird. We apollo [apologize]. Remembrance, embers ans membranes of beauty make artists and morons loose all self-control. Pilots of tremendous air ships and coarse, smelly coachmen are known to have been driven insane by a pair of green eyes and a copper curl. We wished to admire and amuse you, BOP [Bird of Paradise]. We went too far. I, Van, went too far. We regret that shameful, though basically innocent scene. These are times of emotional stress and reconditioning. Destroy and forget.
Tenderly yours,
A & V (in alphabetic order). — Vladimir Nabokov

A fight can express things people might not be able to say with words. — Brandon Lee

The basic principle, and the principles of chiropractic which have been developed from it are not new. They are as old as the vertebrae ... I am not the first person to replace subluxated vertebra, for this art has been practiced for thousands of years. — Daniel D. Palmer

that people who produce outstanding results think this way. — Anthony Robbins

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it. And in spite of this he felt that then, when his love was stronger, he could, if he had greatly wished it, have torn that love out of his heart; but now when as at that moment it seemed to him he felt no love for her, he knew that what bound him to her could not be broken. — Leo Tolstoy