Molieri Vepra Quotes & Sayings

There was a tiny silence, only the soft hum of the fluorescence. I thought of her in the cold ruined house, with night birds keening above her and rain gentle all around, dying of breathing — Tana French

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there is no God. — Logan Pearsall Smith

Most of us need something not to walk away from — Josh Stern

Greek dress was in its essence inartistic. Nothing should reveal the body but the body. — Oscar Wilde

I do not waste my time writing pot-boilers: the pot must be boiled, and even my pot au feu has some chunks of fresh meat in it ... I have no time to boil myself down; and anyhow I could not do so and preserve all the necessary nutriment and the flavoring on which the digestibility depends. — George Bernard Shaw

The dreams of youth. So noble. So good. And heavy dreamsthey were- made frail only by their own weight. — James Michael Pratt

Jail time is still too cruel," Von Edeco shook his head. "You don't want to be depriving children of their parents, people from their families, even if it's just for a short period. I think flogging is the best method. It's immediately painful, which is a good deterrent. People don't like to get flogged." "No they don't," Geiseric agreed. "But," Von Edeco shrugged, "it's not that big of a deal in the end. It doesn't affect you in any long-term way. It doesn't leave scars. It doesn't injure them. It doesn't deprive them of any time with their loved ones, which is the worst thing you can do to a person." Geiseric looked off with piqued brow. "Flogging, huh? — Rick Friar

It is normal to be nervous. — James Galway

If you shake the Universe hard enough, change will fall out of its pockets. — Brad Schreiber

I used to think of deathlike I suppose soldiers think of it: it was a possible thing that I could well avoid by my skill. — Stendhal

A lot of us would like to move mountains, but few of us are willing to practice on small hills. — Ed Macauley

The life of a Christian is nothing but a perpetual struggle against self; there is no flowering of the soul to the beauty of its perfection except at the price of pain — Padre Pio

Society is cancerous and bureaucracy is its cancer. — William S. Burroughs