Pontbriand Granby Quotes & Sayings

If I get a note on my script or my films, what I say to a studio executive is that, 'You know, this is the film of my legacy, and I never want to be sitting in a theater looking up on the screen and seeing something that I don't believe in.' I will never do that. — Gina Prince-Bythewood

Everything that is hard to attain is easily assailed by the generality of men. — Ptolemy

Why talk when you can paint? — Milton Avery

Fear of failure must never be a reason not to try something. — Frederick W. Smith

Now I was left holding the pieces of my heart, crushed by my own hands. — Rebecca Donovan

Americans, more than most people, believe that history is the result of individual decisions to implement conscious intentions. For Americans, more than most people, history has been that ... This sense of openness, of possibility and autonomy, has been a national asset as precious as the topsoil of the Middle West. But like topsoil, it is subject to erosion; it requires tending. And it is not bad for Americans to come to terms with the fact that for them too, history is a story of inertia and the unforeseen. — George Will

Minor parties are, on the other hand, generally deficient in political faith. As they are not sustained or dignified by a lofty purpose, they ostensibly display the egotism of their character in their actions. They glow with a factitious zeal; their language is vehement, but their conduct is timid and irresolute. The means they employ are as wretched as the end at which they aim. Hence it arises that when a calm state of things succeeds a violent revolution, the leaders of society seem suddenly to disappear, and the powers of the human mind to lie concealed. — Alexis De Tocqueville

Why waste your money looking up your family tree? Just go into politics and your opponent will do it for you. — Mark Twain

The first step toward understanding is of course argument. — Leonard Wibberley

Lena felt like a child. Worse than a child and less valuable. She felt like a mouse. No, smaller than a mouse and less alive. Her life seemed so small and crumpled you could shoot it through a straw like a spitball. — Ann Brashares