New Year Bulletin Quotes & Sayings

Whether zeal or moderation be the point we aim at, let us keep the fire out of the one, and the frost out of the other. — Joseph Addison

The cheapest of all things is kindness, its exercise requiring the least possible trouble and self-sacrifice. Win hearts, said Burleigh to Queen Elizabeth, and you have all men's hearts and purses. — Samuel Smiles

Violence has to become a part of your thinking. It makes you cautious, suspicious as hell, and lengthens your life expectancy. — Laurell K. Hamilton

Pop music has always been about the mainstream and what appeals to the public. — Patti Smith

I did try to win a sixth, but it was not to be. — Miguel Indurain

Not many people have ever handed in this much money," she said, smiling at Ove. "Many people don't have any decency either, — Fredrik Backman

We have legalized confiscation, consecrated sacrilege, and condoned high treason. — Benjamin Disraeli

No philosopher understands his predecessors until he has re-thought their thought in his own contemporary terms. — P. F. Strawson

The only evidence I had at all that Rhys remained on the premises were the blank copies of the alphabet, along with several sentences I was to write every day, swapping out words, each one more obnoxious than the last:

Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord.
Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord.
Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord. — Sarah J. Maas

It only fed my post office psychosis. Whenever I'm in one, and almost to the counter, I keep repeating to myself: 'Please don't put out the "Position Closed" sign; please don't put out the "Position Closed" sign; dear God, don't let him put out the sign; please, please, please, I'm almost to the counter! I made it! I finally made it! He didn't put out the . . . Wait, what's he reaching for? . . . Fuck! — Tim Dorsey

We all have freedom of choice. Over and over again, minute by minute. How will you live your life? For yourself Or for others? For something good? For love? Love. — Lisa Tawn Bergren

He was created of a mother whom He created. He was carried by hands that He formed. He cried in the manger in wordless infancy. He, the Word, without whom all human eloquence is mute. — Saint Augustine