Umashankar Manthravadi Quotes & Sayings

At my restaurant, we made a dessert called 'milk and honey.' It's milk ice cream that looks like a snowball, and then you cut into it, and honey runs out. — Daniel Humm

The right word fitly spoken is a precious rarity. — John Boyle O'Reilly

For the traveller, Kazakhstan offers more than just a staging post for the Silk Road, as is often perceived, and there is more than just steppe. — Tim Cope

If Dr. Mahathir thinks that by ordering the police to act like gangsters he will frighten the people from supporting this reformation movement, he is dreaming. I think he has cut himself off from reality. — Wan Azizah Wan Ismail

So, in a sense, the verification piece is irrelevant to the format issue. — Mitchell Reiss

I tend to play better in the studio, no pressures, just sheer volume and alcohol. — Colin Greenwood

So much of life, it seems to me, is determined by pure randomness. — Sidney Poitier

Don't stay in bed, unless you can make money in bed. — George Burns

I well remember writing to Louis about my first observations, describing how David Graybeard not only used bits of straw to fish for termites but actually stripped leaves from a stem and thus made a tool. And I remember too receiving the now oft-quoted telegram he sent in response to my letter: "Now we must redefine tool, redefine Man, or accept chimpanzees as humans." There — Jane Goodall

...shame spreads through his body like a drop of red dye in water. — Zak Ebrahim

We are riveted by the soap operas of public lives. We admire the famous most for what makes them infamous: it reassures us that they are not better and no happier than all the people with their noses pressed hard against the glass. — Maureen Dowd

I'm not a big slasher film fan. — David Naughton

Wake up O dear,
Into the glory of another morn,
The night has ended, darkness has shredded.
Bathed in the delight of heavenly shower,
The earth is decked by sparkling dews.
Fly high upon the celestial spheres, for
The skies are clear, horizons boundless
Devoid of the clouds of deadly grief.
March ahead O dearest life,
Towards the road that appears endless
Follow the paces of invisible time -
Until its dusk, yet another night! — Preeth Nambiar

I think we're all pretty odd. — Michael Tippett