Merry Go Round In The Sea Quotes & Sayings

An atom is mostly made up of empty space. If you remove the empty space from every atom, the entire world's human population could fit inside a sugar cube. — Weike Wang

The free electoral process is one of the things that outsiders envy most about this country.The distinctly American two-party system is perpetuated through that process. — Robert A. Agresta

But when one does not complain, and when one wants to master oneself with a tyrant's grip - one's faculties rise in revolt - and one pays for outward calm with an almost unbearable inner struggle. — Charlotte Bronte

Along with all those books about Lincoln, Obama might read some biographies of Napoleon. The general who established the Legion d'Honneur understood that people fought as much for medals as for morals. — Tina Brown

it is a fine line indeed between asking why our Creator does what He does and calling His wisdom into question because we do not understand - or agree with - His actions. — Anonymous

Every language is a world. Without translation, we would inhabit parishes bordering on silence. — George Steiner

What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth — John Keats

When the Chinese told Google that they had to block sites or they couldn't do [business] in their country, they managed to figure out how to block sites. — Christopher Dodd

All virtue is summed up in dealing justly. — Aristotle.

I'm always driven by something. It doesn't matter what it is, it could be the smallest task or something huge. — Bobby Williams

To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death. — Pierre Corneille

One of the most important thing in families, both for children and spouses, is never to close off possibilities - particularly never to make demands or threats. — Hazel Hawke

She was a large, boneless woman who draped herself like an old blanket over the chairs of the apartment, staring for hours with her gray eyes at ghosts, figments, recollections, and dust caught in oblique sunbeams, her arms streaked and pocked like relief maps of vast planets, her massive calves stuffed like forcemeat into lung-colored support hose. She was quixotically vain about her appearance and spent an hour each morning making up her face. — Michael Chabon

Poetry had far better imply things than preach them directly ... in the open pulpit her voice grows hoarse and fails. — F.L. Lucas