Mercantile Bank Quotes & Sayings

I don't know what happens if they get bin Laden. I'm much more interested in what happens if they don't get bin Laden. — Robert Fisk

But don't look over your shoulder, and don't dwell on what we can't change. Keep your eye on the horizon and focus on what we need to do now. Upwards and onwards. Alway. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Why is everyone so eager to assume I'm nuts? Just because I blurt out random bizarre statements and find dead bodies that disappear before anyone else sees them? — K.C. Held

The function of a writer is to call a spade a spade. If words are sick, it is up to us to cure them. Instead of that, many writers live off this sickness. In many cases modern literature is a cancer of words ... There is nothing more deplorable than the literary practice which, I believe, is called poetic prose and which consists of using words for the obscure harmonics which reosund about them and which are made up of vague meanings which are in contradiction with the clear meaning ... That is not all: we are living in an age of mystifications. Some are fundamental ones which are due to the structure of society; some are secondary. At any rate, the social order today rests upon the mystification of consciousness, as does disorder as well. — Jean-Paul Sartre

The artist must say it without saying it. — Duke Ellington

Less doth yearning trouble him who knoweth many songs, or with his hands can touch the harp: his possession is his gift of glee which God gave him. — J.R.R. Tolkien

There were no fear of death in children's eyes because they had seen hanging, stoning to death and chopping heads in playgrounds and parks. — M.F. Moonzajer

It was safer, he thought, to keep it to himself; because there are many ways of loving. — Alexander McCall Smith

I hope they don't reveal everything they know about me. — Raymond Berry

Financial bitterness could not eat too deeply into Mack and the boys, for they were not mercantile men. They did not measure their joy in goods sold, their egos in bank balances, nor their loves in what they cost. — John Steinbeck