Microbii Video Quotes & Sayings

Good policy always trumps bad public relations. And the best PR can't trump bad policy. — Bob Schieffer

It was fate, I thought. Just fate. We think we control our own lives, but the gods play with us like children playing with straw dolls. — Bernard Cornwell

Just do the next right thing.
Then repeat indefinitely. — JohnA Passaro

I don't want to give this impression that I grew up in Liverpool in a cardboard box in abject poverty, but that didn't mean there weren't anxieties in my childhood about money. — Cherie Blair

Guy was saying, "What the hell is it about you that attracts murder and mayhem?"
"Something in my body language?"
He groaned. "That was bad - even for you. — Josh Lanyon

Sorcerers believe that an action taken for the right reasons has an unreasonable chance of success. — Gail Carson Levine

Those who attempt nothing themselves think every thing easily performed, and consider the unsuccessful always as criminal. — Samuel Johnson

... there's no question of heroism in all this. It's a matter of common decency. That's an idea which may make some people smile, but the only means of fighting a plague is - common decency. — Albert Camus

A new baptism I'll give you, and My very finger I will place in My people's keeping. When you point your finger, demons will flee! In this year of honey, I will cause a new hunger to arise throughout the lands for My Word. And where you have known My Word in the past, you will taste and see My Word in a different way! — Chuck Pierce

When I think of it as happening to somebody else, it seems that the idea of me soaked to the skin, surrounded by countless driving streaks of silver, and moving through when I completely forget my material existence, and view myself from a purely objective standpoint, can I, as a figure in a painting, blend into the beautiful harmony of my natural surroundings. The moment, however, I feel annoyed because of the rain, or miserable because my legs are weary because of the rain, or miserable because my legs are weary with walking, then I have already ceased to be a character in a poem, or a figure in a painting, and I revert to the uncomprehending, insensitive man in the street I was before. I am then even blind to the elegance of the fleeting clouds; unable even to feel any bond of sympathy with a falling petal or the cry of a bird, much less appreciate the great beauty in the image of myself, completely alone, walking through the mountains in spring. — Soseki Natsume