Real Frank Costello Quotes & Sayings

I have a good friend, Rudolf Serkin, the pianist, a very sensitive man. I was talking to him one day backstage after a concert and I told him that I thought he had played particularly sensitively that day. I said, "You know, many pianists are brilliant, they strike the keys so well, but somehow you are different." "Ah," he said, "I don't think you should ever strike a key. You should pull the keys with your fingers." — Andrew Wyeth

The iepen throw confetti to greet the spring. — John Green

Every person writes his own book with the example of his life. — Casper Silk

things - Feeling Safe, Being Right, Feeling Good, and Looking Good. If any of these conditions are challenged, we become fearful. — Peter Coughter

She would tell him what she wanted in her life
her hopes and dreams for the future
and he would listen intently and then promise to make it all come true. And the way he said it made her believe him, and she knew how much he meant to her. — Nicholas Sparks

The question before us is, whether people of African ancestry compose a portion of this people, and are constituent members of this sovereignty? We think they are not, and that they are not included, and were not intended to be included, under the word 'citizens' in the Constitution, and can therefore claim none of the rights and privileges which that instrument provides for and secures to citizens of the United States. — Roger Brooke Taney

Diplomacy and defense are not substitutes for one another. Either alone would fail. — John F. Kennedy

Feeling tired should almost never be an excuse, because your body has huge reserves of energy. But if you eat badly, stay out late, drink too much, and so on, you'll pay a price on the course. — Hale Irwin

As soon as that majestic force,
which had already pierced me once
before I had outgrown my childhood, struck my eyes,
I turned to my left with the confidence
a child has running to his mamma
when he is afraid or in distress
to say to Virgil: 'Not a single drop of blood
remains in me that does not tremble
I know the signs of the ancient flame.'
But Virgil had departed, leaving us bereft:
Virgil, sweetest of fathers,
Virgil, to whom I gave myself for my salvation.
And not all our ancient mother lost
could save my cheeks, washed in the dew,
from being stained again with tears. — Dante Alighieri