Savos Tax Quotes & Sayings

But the most dangerous thing in the world in the world is to run the risk of waking up one morning and realizing suddenly that all this time you've been living without really and truly living and by then it's too late. When you wake up to that kind of realization, it's too late for wishes and regrets. It's even too late to dream. — Kinky Friedman

I was always a keen reader. I jotted down one or two things, but it never occurred to me to think of a job in writing. I thought that writers were like demi-gods. I don't know what I thought. — Penny Jordan

Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend. — William Shakespeare

War is a game in which princes seldom win, the people never. — Charles Caleb Colton

The profound study of nature is the most fertile source of mathematical discovery. — Joseph Fourier

Cold words freeze people, and hot words scorch them, and bitter words make them bitter, and wrathful words make them wrathful. Kind words also produce their own image on men's souls; and a beautiful image it is. They smooth, and quiet, and comfort the hearer. — Blaise Pascal

Do me a favor. Go to the mirror, look at yourself, and then tell me if I should value your opinions. Your pants are still open by the way. — Kenya Wright

I'm going to kill you."
"Babe, calm down," Vaughan whispered in my ear.
"Let me go."
"Don't think that's a good idea. You wanted to stay out of jail, remember?"
"I want to kill him more," I panted. "Much, much more. — Kylie Scott

Love has never been understood, though it may have been fully experienced, and that experience communicated. — Shulamith Firestone

Careful, sidhe-seer. I have chosen to spare you. Do not press your luck."
I locked my jaw, pushed myself up, and lit another match, studying my enemies in the flickering light. Both would devour me. Just in different ways. If forced to choose, I'd take death-by-Shade.
"Why have you chosen to spare me?"
"I want us to be ... what is your word? Friends."
"Psychotic rapists don't have friends."
"I was unaware you were psychotic rapist or I would not have offered. — Karen Marie Moning

Will ye that I release unto you the King of the Jews? — Pontius Pilate

The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.
"Well," said Jack at last. "What do you think? Shall we run away, and live on the secret island?"
"Yes!" whispered all the children.
"Let's! — Enid Blyton