Opcina Upa Dubrovacka Quotes & Sayings

A successful artist is inspired by his muse, and his muse is inspired by the payment of a commission. — Robert Breault

Should they inquire of the Dead on account of the Living? — Anonymous

Were she lying crushed under the ruins of a building, were she torn by the bomb of an air raid, so long as she was still in existence she would know that action is man's foremost obligation, regardless of anything he feels ... — Ayn Rand

The .350 hitter expects, and also deserves, a big payoff for his performance - even if he plays for a cellar-dwelling team. And a .150 hitter should get no reward - even if he plays for a pennant winner. — Warren Buffett

The question isn't "Why do we die?" The question is "Why do we live? — S.M. Reine

A soldier's first duty, his reason for being, is not to fight. Fighting is the final recourse for any civilized people. His duty is not even to preserve the peace; that is a police officer's job," Comdr. Stephen Michaels of the NAC military said by rote, remembering the many long nights of arguments and discussions that had brought this to his mind. "A soldier's first duty is simply to stand between his nation and any who might wish it harm. — Evan Currie

Could we please not assault the patient with the crushed spinal cord," she said as she did, "because this makes me very uncomfortable. — James S.A. Corey

After Strangelove I also started work on an adaptation of The Collector. — Terry Southern

No town can live peacefully whatever its laws when its citizens do nothing but feast and drink and tire themselves out in the cares of love — Plato

Professional critics are incapable of distinguishing and appreciating either diamonds in the rough or gold in bars. They are traders, and in literature know only the coins that are current. Their critical lab has scales and weights, but neither crucible or touchstone. — Joseph Joubert

What if one were up there, drifting about among suns and feeling the tails of comets fan one's forehead! How small the earth was and how puny the people; a Norway of two million provincial souls and a mortgage bank to help feed them! What was life worth at such a rate? You elbowed yourself ahead in the sweat of your face for a few mortal years, only to perish all the same, all the same! — Knut Hamsun