Shriniwas Arkatkar Quotes & Sayings

If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally. — Angelus Silesius

Too much certainty is a miserable thing, while the unknowable has a pristine beauty and a wonder with no end. — Horatio Clare

Eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis. He snatched the lightning from the sky and the sceptre from tyrants. — Anne-Robert-Jacques Turgot

Regardless of my legislation, spending has to be stopped. — Gary Johnson

Not only do words infect, egotize, narcotize, and paralyze, but they enter into and colour the minutest cells of the brain ... — Rudyard Kipling

Famous crime stories almost always lead to the passing of new laws. — Bill James

We do not sell lipstick, we buy customers. — Tilar J. Mazzeo

In the Internet world, especially in Silicon Valley, everyone is at the ready all the time, and turnaround is relatively short, if not instant. — Chad Hurley

Nah, books were more important than the Arum. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Damn that smile. — Sandi Lynn

Proust writes, he remembers, physically. He depends on his body to give him the information that will bring him to the past. His book is called 'In Search of Lost Time,' and he does it through the senses. He does it through smell. He does it through feeling. He does it through texture. It is all physically driven, that language. — Twyla Tharp

What antidote can there be for an idea that popular and poisonous? Revenge provides revenge, which is sure to provide revenge, forming an endless chain of human misery. Here's the antidote: Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Amen. — Kurt Vonnegut

Ah, much deluded! lay aside
Thy threats, and anger misapplied!
Art not afraid with sounds like these
To offend, where thou canst not appease?
Death is not (wherefore dream'st thou thus?)
The son of night and Erebus:
Not was of fell Erynnis born
On gulfs where Chaos rules forlorn.
But sent from God, his presence leaves,
To gather home his ripen'd sheaves,
To call encumber'd souls away
From fleshly bonds to boundless day,
(As when the winged hours excited,
And summon forth the morning light)
And each to convoy to her place
Before the Eternal Father's face. — John Milton