Turnidge Cabinet Quotes & Sayings

As for Thomas, the longer he lived, the less he cared for the world. — Elizabeth Bowen

We must ask ourselves how many times others would benefit more from our silence than from our words. — Henri Nouwen

When you cried, I learned what helplessness tastes like. Because all I could do was swallow. — Penny Reid

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there. — Elliott Carter

You yourself desire rank and standing; then help others to get rank and standing. You want to turn your merits to account; then help others to turn theirs to account. — Confucius

If Enron and Walmart got drunk in Vegas and had an evil corporate love child, Fiendish would be their rebellious teenage son." ~Kate — Cathy Yardley

I am simply unable to understand the value placed by so many people upon great wealth. — Theodore Roosevelt

Meg looked. The dark shadow was still there. It had not lessened or dispersed with the coming of night. And where the shadow was, the stars were not visible.
What could there be about a shadow that was so terrible that she knew that there had never been before or ever would be again, anything that would chill her with a fear that was beyond shuddering, beyond crying or screaming, beyond the possibility of comfort? — Madeleine L'Engle

In science, reason is the guide; in poetry, taste. The object of the one is truth, which is uniform and indivisible; the object of the other is beauty, which is multiform and varied. — Charles Caleb Colton

Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one. — Thomas Carlyle

Don't try to wring out all the answers before you move forward. Faith doesn't work that way. Step into the darkness and the light will appear to guide your next step. It's that first step into the unknown that stops us from progressing. — Toni Sorenson

He had been lost somewhere in the wild borderlands of nineteen, half in love with his friends with a love passing the love of women, desperate for some mystical rite that would reverse time and put their disintegrating private world back together. — Tana French