Silbermann Technologies Quotes & Sayings

I don't know what weapons will be used in the Third World War. But I can tell you what they'll use in the Fourth - rocks! — Albert Einstein

Life is too short to spend another moment imprisoned by the will of another. — M.K. Williams

Everyone always says, Does it bother you that Italians are always portrayed as Mafia characters? No, it doesn't bother me. First of all, not everybody in my family is in the Mafia. I have one uncle who's clean. — Dom Irrera

Originality does not consist in saying what no one has ever said before, but in saying exactly what you think yourself. — James Stephens

With the phase-contrast method still in the first somewhat primitive stage, I went in 1932 to the Zeiss Works in Jena to demonstrate. It was not received with such enthusiasm as I had expected. — Frits Zernike

I like being right smack in the middle. — Lois Lowry

You have to trust your government. Don't let every scar, every wart, every hiccup condemn the whole body. — Salman Khurshid

Please allow me to offer a simple financial plan. Invest in chocolate. Buy bars. Lots of bars. If we do enter anything approximating a real financial depression, you will not be able to improve your mood with gold. — Anita Renfroe

She turned to him, her cheeks burning red. "What is this? Vampire porn?"
"Yep."
"Oh, and this is a good one. Muffy the Vampire Layer. — Larissa Ione

The trouble with politics and political coverage today is that there's too much liberal bias ... There's too much tilt toward the left-wing agenda. Too much apology for liberal policy failures. Too much pandering to liberal candidates and causes. — William Kristol

. . . my father had been brutal on me, but with him out of my life I had in turn become tough on myself. I knew enough about the game to be a pro but had never learned to have fun at it. — Patrick O'Sullivan

I've been on a calendar, but never on time. — Marilyn Monroe

I was in the Midwest, and the rain was all I had left of Camilla's goodbye kiss. Raindrops on the windshield, radio stations fading in and out. Cornfields bleak in all those gray, wide-open reaches. I had said goodbye to her once before, but it took everything I had to say goodbye to her then, again, for the last time, like poor Orpheus turning for a last backward glance at the ghost of his only love and in the same heartbeat losing her forever: hinc illae lacrimae, hence those tears. I suppose nothing remains — Donna Tartt