Sugiki Portis Quotes & Sayings

Nothing is more damaging to a new truth than an old error. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Forgiveness of the present is even more important than forgiveness of the past. If you forgive every moment - allow it to be as it is - then there will be no accumulation of resentment that needs to be forgiven at some later time. — Eckhart Tolle

By virtue of the way it has organized its technological base, contemporary industrial society tends to be totalitarian. For "totalitarian" is not only a terroristic political coordination of society, but also a non-terroristic economic-technical coordination which operates through the manipulation of needs by vested interests. — Herbert Marcuse

The clearest relationships were distorted, the most obvious were forgotten, the trivial and unimportant pushed into the foreground. It must be written again, right from the beginning ... — Hermann Hesse

Humility is a virtue when you have no other. — Edward Abbey

A man cannot become an atheist merely by wishing it. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Some details escaped her, but the regret remained with her. — Gustave Flaubert

As our technology evolves, we will have the capacity to reach new, ever-increasing depths. The question is what kind of technology, in the end, do we want to deploy in the far reaches of the ocean? Tools of science, ecology and documentation, or the destructive tools of heavy industry? — Philippe Cousteau Jr.

A brand is a storehouse of trust that matters more and more as choices multiply. People want to simplify their lives. — Niall FitzGerald

I may have smiled to myself as I watched the familiar pattern of the town pass, the bus cruising through shade to sunshine. I'd grown up in this place, had the knowledge of it so deep in me that I didn't even know most street names, navigating instead by landmarks, visual or memorial. The corner where my mother had twisted her ankle in a mauve pantsuit. The copse of trees that always looked vaguely attended by evil. The drugstore with its torn awning. Through the window of that unfamiliar bus, the burr of old carpet under my legs, my hometown seemed scrubbed clean of my presence. It was easy to leave it behind. — Emma Cline