Roman City Planning Quotes & Sayings

Am I so tied to a body and senses that I am incapable of existing without them? — Rene Descartes

My ideal is to achieve the ability to produce numberless prints from each negative, prints all significantly alive, yet indistinguishably alike, and to be able to circulate them at a price not higher than that of a popular magazine, or even a daily paper. To gain that ability there has been no choice but to follow the road I have chosen. — Alfred Stieglitz

Then she said, "Your plays balance on air I mean they are air I mean they are performed in air so they are air. "If a whole city could balance on a seed then a city could balance on a play because a play is air and everything is air. "Your next play should be about a seed because a seed is smaller than an almond. Or maybe your next play should be smaller than an almond, about nothing, about air. — Sarah Ruhl

What gives me the right to speak of an "I," and even of an "I" as cause, and finally of an "I" as cause of thought? . . . A thought comes when "it" wants, not when "I" want. - Friedrich Nietzsche For — Anil Ananthaswamy

Because from my personal experience, Dylan, falling in love with you is like jumping out of an airplane with no parachute. It's fun as hell, a rush of adrenaline, until the inevitable crash comes where you leave and my heart splatters all over the ground. — Katie Kacvinsky

It was still there, a low-grade fever in the blood, an itch somewhere down beneath the skin, where you couldn't scratch it. — Lawrence Block

Oxygen always stays around man, but man sometime breath without thinking about that. Oxygen never ignore man; It is the man who ignore oxygen. — Chhenghak Yang

Hope is what one relies on when one has no control of one's fate. We, my dear, have nothing in common with those who rely on hope, Thaddeus proclaimed. — Mayandree Michel

Bleary-eyed one morning, with caffeine still missing from my system, I fumbled my way along the dusty path to the guest tents, calling out 'Good morning!' in as cheery a voice as the hour would allow (it was barely after five o'clock, and the sun had only just cracked the horizon). I heard a rhythmic thumping, getting rapidly louder, and I turned to find 1,600 pounds of pissed-off cow bearing down on me. Clearly it disagreed with my assessment of the morning. — Peter Allison