Musca Quotes & Sayings

It's useless to disarm the hands, if the heart remains armed — Bangambiki Habyarimana

Did this bother him because he'd made rules about his life? Or did the rules about his life come because things like this bothered him? — Laurelin Paige

You don't like the Goths?"
"No! Not with the persecution we have to put up with!"
"Persecution?"
"Religious persecution. We won't stand for it forever."
"I thought the Goths let everybody worship as they pleased."
"That's just it! We Orthodox are forced to stand around and watch Arians and Monophysites and Nestorians and Jews going about their business unmolested, as if they owned the country. If that isn't persecution, I'd like to know what is! — L. Sprague De Camp

Hile I was happy enough to pray to any god, knowing that they were simply different faces created by men, of one indivisible truth. — Lian Hearn

There's no Texas barbecue as good as Fort Worth barbecue, — Stephen King

I was prepared to be lenient when it was my own safety at stake but if he hurts my dog, I will kill him. — Sharon Bolton

Insect resistance to a pesticide was first reported in 1947 for the Housefly (Musca domestica) with respect to DDT. Since then resistance to one or more pesticides has been reported in at least 225 species of insects and other arthropods. The genetic variants required for resistance to the most diverse kinds of pesticides were apparently present in every one of the populations exposed to these man-made compounds. — Francisco J. Ayala

ZOOLOGY, n. The science and history of the animal kingdom, including its king, the House Fly ("Musca maledicta"). The father of Zoology was Aristotle, as is universally conceded, but the name of its mother has not come down to us. — Ambrose Bierce

In meditation we are continuously discovering who and what we are. — Sakyong Mipham

Foreign stars in the nights down there. A whole new astronomy Mensa, Musca, the Chameleon. Austral constellations nigh unknown to northern folk. Wrinkling, fading, through the cold black waters. As he rocks in his rusty pannier to the sea's floor in a drifting stain of guano. What family has no mariner in its tree? No fool, no felon. No fisherman. — Cormac McCarthy