Toilo Quotes & Sayings

Because you make me laugh don't make you a comic. A comedian is a person who, that's how they make their living. — Dick Gregory

Success. I don't believe it has any effect on me. For one thing I always expected it. — W. Somerset Maugham

I think politics in general are just like a popularity contest but McCain is just ... old. — D. L. Hughley

To choose ways of not acting was ever the concern and scruple of my life. — Fernando Pessoa

As people who have commitments and obligations, we try to blockade emotions and go on our course towards excellence, and that's a lie. I've definitely paid a price. Everything is an exchange. — Twyla Tharp

You - " Mr Bellstrode began, and then leaning forward and sinking his voice, "You would kill for money?"
"Is there any other reason to? Well, I suppose there is revenge, but that, you know, never makes one feel as well as it should when it is all said and done. Money is a much better reward than retribution. Something substantial by way of compensation for emotional wrongs is much the best cure for an injured spirit. I do provide fatal retaliation for nothing when it is deserved, but as you are neither a poor helpless wretch nor the victim of national injustice, full payment is expected. — Michelle Franklin

I've always been extremely physical. — Mads Mikkelsen

Mama says it's okay to be on the quiet side - if quiet means you're listening, watching, taking it all in. — Jacqueline Woodson

If you catch a tiger by its tail all you have caught is a tail. And nothing else. — Angel Propps

Songs. Books. Poetry. Paintings. These things reveal truth. I believe lies and truth are tangled together. — Brenda Sutton Rose

We were wanderers on a prehistoric earth, of an earth that wore the aspect of an unknown planet. We could have fancied ourselves the first of men taking possession of an accursed inheritance, to be subdued at the cost of profound anguish and of excessive toilo. But suddenly, as we struggled round a bend, there would be a glimpse of rush walls, of peaked grass-roofs, a burst of yells, a whirl of black limbs, a mass of hands clapping, of feet stamping, of bodies swaying, of eyes rolling, under the droop of heavy and motionless foliage. The steamer toiled along slowly on the edge of a black and incomprehensible frenzy. The prehistoric man was cursing us, praying to us, welcoming us - who could tell? We were cut off from the comprehension of our surroundings; we glided past like phantoms, wondering and secretly appalled, as sane men would before an enthousiastic outbreak in a madhouse. — Joseph Conrad

Strategy is methodical, but the one who steers chaos and randomness can steer God. — Lionel Suggs