Spering Quotes & Sayings

Money alone cannot build character or transform evil into good. It cries for full partnership with leaders of character and good will who value good tools in the creation and enlargement of life for Man. — Sebastian Spering Kresge

Let me live according to those holy rules which Thou hast this day prescribed in Thy Holy Word ... direct me to the true object, Jesus Christ, the way, the truth, and the life. Bless, O Lord, all the people of this land. — George Washington

If human beings are immortal, so are animals. If matter has the ability to remember, it also has the ability to think. — Franz Grillparzer

I do really well under pressure. — Molly Sims

Today is not the real Father's Day.
It is the man made version.
The real Father's Day are the other 364 other days of the year that I get to see my boys grow into men and my girls grow into ladies and feel I had a slight part of the people that they turned out to be.
Not a better feeling in the world.
With every life lesson taught, half of which are understood at the time, and the other half that are understood after I am told to stop being ridiculous - EVERYDAY is Father's Day.
And I wouldn't trade it for the world. Good and bad.
I can honestly say there is no feeling on earth, like being a father and a dad. — JohnA Passaro

The soul is here for its own joy. — Jalaluddin Rumi

I think the great thing about religion is it's there to teach us the good path and that we're all equal, that we should be treated as such. — Joel Edgerton

The Gaian process is more than a process. It is s self-reflecting entelechy of some sort. — Terence McKenna

I want to do my Blade Runner, which is like a future Berlin film, which is like a thriller, but it's much deeper characters, I think. — Duncan Jones

The Master said of Gong Yechang, "He is marriageable. Although he was once imprisoned and branded as a criminal, he was in fact innocent of any crime." The Master gave him his daughter in marriage.
(Analects 5.1) — Confucius

It turned out to be only our former chauffeur, Tsiganov, who had thought nothing of riding all the way from St. Petersburg, on buffers and freight cars, through the immense, frosty and savage expanse of revolutionary Russia, for the mere purpose of bringing us a very welcome sum of money sent us by good friends of ours. After a month's stay, Tsiganov declared the Crimean scenary bored him and departed
to go all the way back north, with a big bag over his shoulder, containing various articles which we would have gladly given him had we thought he coveted them (such as a tourser press, tennis shoes, a nigthshirt, an alarm clock, a flat iron, several other ridiculous things I have forgotten) and the absence of which only gradually came to light if not pointed out, with vindictive zeal, by an anemic servant girl whose pale charms he had also rifled. — Vladimir Nabokov

On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus. — Homer