Pretendentes Quotes & Sayings

The supreme good - to examine everything - a life which was not devoted to such research would not be worth living. Happiness would thus consist in their never-ending quest. PLATO — Alexandra Stoddard

He's so small, he's a waste of skin. — Fred Allen

Art-speech is the only truth. — D.H. Lawrence

The problem: If you've an antique for sale, then, sad to relate, the world isn't your oyster. It's not that easy. Even if somebody gives you the National Gallery, your options are still very, very limited. Okay, you can sell the Old Masters, set up a trust, buy your favorite brewery. But that's strictly it. You're limited by honesty on one hand and law - that hobble of sanity - on the other. — Jonathan Gash

I believe, said Austerlitz, they know they have lost their way, since if you do not put them out again carefully they will stay where they are, never moving, until the last breath is out of their bodies and indeed they will remain in the place where they came to grief even after death, held fast by the tiny claws that stiffened in their last agony, until a draft of air detaches them and blows them into a dusty corner. — W.G. Sebald

Man's ethics must not end with man, but should extend to the universe. He must regain the consciousness of the great Chain of Life from which he cannot be separated. — Albert Schweitzer

I love to hear myself talk, because I get so much instruction and moral upheaval out of it. — Mark Twain

Without love, we are pointless. With it, we are infinite. — Eden Butler

Art never responds to the wish to make it democratic; it is not for everybody; it is only for those who are willing to undergo the effort needed to understand it. — Flannery O'Connor

We've seen so many films now, that you have to be on par with the best films that have preceded you. You just can't make any movie and it will be good. — Keenen Ivory Wayans

The children mingled with the adults, and spoke and were spoken to. Children in these families, at the end of the nineteenth century, were different from children before or after. They were neither dolls nor miniature adults. They were not hidden away in nurseries, but present at family meals, where their developing characters were taken seriously and rationally discussed, over supper or during long country walks. And yet, at the same time, the children in this world had their own separate, largely independent lives, as children. They roamed the woods and fields, built hiding-places and climbed trees, hunted, fished, rode ponies and bicycles, with no other company than that of other children. — A.S. Byatt