Sadock Et Al Quotes & Sayings

It's the most exciting thing you have ever done with your pants on! — Stephen Coonts

Yes,it is remarkable how far a person can travel by sea. — S.L. Whyte

[...] confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever touches. — William Faulkner

One of the things he wanted to start screaming about was the surgeon's knife that was almost certain to be waiting for him and everyone else who lived long enough to die. — Joseph Heller

The simple yet holy atmosphere of the Chapel of the Holy Cross moves many to pray. Light a candle inside the chapel and offer the sincerest prayer in your heart. No matter where you choose to pray, the following will help you.
Presence:
Peace:
Alighment:
Sincerity:
Constancy:
Gratitude: — Ilchi Lee

Better the cruelty of family than loving neglect that leaves a child unready for a savage universe. — Morgan Blayde

It is only when a person has his own generator that we can talk about motivation. He then needs no outside stimulation. He wants to do it. — Frederick Herzberg

When men are rightly occupied, their amusement grows out of their work, as the colour-petals out of a fruitful flower; when they are faithfully helpful and compassionate, all their emotions become steady, deep, perpetual, and vivifying to the soul as the natural pulse to the body. But now, having no true business, we pour our whole masculine energy into the false business of money-making; and having no true emotion, we must have false emotions dressed up for us to play with, not innocently, as children with dolls, but guiltily and darkly. — John Ruskin

If there's a heaven, it's a cold place. A dark place. A lonely place. — Hiroshi Sakurazaka

All truly great art is propaganda ... — Ann Petry

All praise and honor! I confess
That bread and ale, home-baked, home-brewed
Are wholesome and nutritious food,
But not enough for all our needs;
Poets-the best of them-are birds
Of passage; where their instinct leads
They range abroad for thoughts and words
And from all climes bring home the seeds
That germinate in flowers or weeds.
They are not fowls in barnyards born
To cackle o'er a grain of corn;
And, if you shut the horizon down
To the small limits of their town,
What do you but degrade your bard
Till he at last becomes as one
Who thinks the all-encircling sun
Rises and sets in his back yard? — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow