Mokka Love Quotes & Sayings

No man is worthy of unlimited reliance-his treason, at best, only waits for sufficient temptation. — H.L. Mencken

Nothing is more practical than poetry," he says with a quizzical smile. "It teaches us how to be human. — Laurel Corona

Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice. — Charles Bukowski

But the law is an odd thing. For instance, one country in Europe has a law that requires all its bakers to sell bread at the exact same price. A certain island has a law that forbids anyone from removing its fruit. And a town not too far from where you live has a law that bars me from coming within five miles of its borders. — Lemony Snicket

They don't want you to vote. If they did, we wouldn't vote on a Tuesday. In November. You ever throw a party on a Tuesday? No. Because nobody would come. — Chris Rock

Wisdom always ends up in gain;
folly always ends up in pain. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Nothing can give you happiness except you and yourself. — Debasish Mridha

In Cuba I have always understood harsh treatment of dissenting voices as stemming from a "siege situation" imposed upon it from outside. And I believe that to a certain extent that is true. — Harold Pinter

No love or pity, pardon or excuse should soften the sharp pang of reparation for the guilty man. — Louisa May Alcott

The universal nature has no external space; but the wondrous part of her art is that though she has circumscribed herself, everything which is within her which appears to decay and to grow old and to be useless she changes into herself, and again makes other new things from these very same, so that she requires neither substance from without nor wants a place into which she may cast that which decays. She is content then with her own space, and her own matter, and her own art. — Marcus Aurelius

What the Hell. In 1988, I was the AWA heavyweight champion and I never came to Milwaukee. — Jerry Lawler