Spences Quotes & Sayings

You are the head and not the tail. You will lend and not borrow. You are a victor and not a victim. — Joel Osteen

It is my deepest conviction that the children should be seen and heard as our most treasured assets. — Nelson Mandela

Everything you need to know about Iron Maiden is onstage. — Bruce Dickinson

The unlocatable location of things thought about — Julian Jaynes

Every collector is potentially (if not actually) a thief. — Susan Sontag

Don't annoy your readers by over-explaining--by telling them something they already know or can figure out. Try not to use words like "surprisingly," "predictably" and "of course," which put a value on a fact before the reader encounters the fact. Trust your material. — William Zinsser

My homeland,' says the guest, 'no longer exists. My homeland was Poland, Vienna, this house, the barracks in the city, Galicia, and Chopin. What's left? Whatever mysterious substance held it all together no longer works. Everything's come apart. My homeland was a feeling, and that feeling was mortally wounded. When that happens, the only thing to do is go away. — Sandor Marai

You are sweet to be so concerned over my love life, but I've decided only to date guys who have bigger swords than me. — Danielle Monsch

It takes effort to promote what you do until it becomes habit. — Greg Peterson

I hate it when they tell us how far we've came to be; as if our people's history started with slavery. — Immortal Technique

I'm a bit of a Scotophile. I have a house on the Black Isle, so I'm in Scotland quite a lot and think Edinburgh is just the most beautiful city. — Penelope Keith

Massoud is dead, but not the hope ! (Massoud est mort, - Mais pas l'espoir !) — Charles De Leusse

We were born in the mist of time on this land together with the oaks and fir trees. We are bound to it not only by the bread and existence it furnishes us as we toil on it, but also by all the bones of our ancestors who sleep in its ground. All our parents are here. All our memories, all our war-like glory, all our history here, in this land lies buried. . . . By what right do the Jews wish to take this land from us? On what historical argument do they base their pretensions and particularly the audacity with which they defy us Romanians, here in our own land? We are bound to this land by millions of tombs and millions of unseen threads that only our soul feels, and woe to those who shall try to snatch us from it. — Corneliu Codreanu