Un Metodo Peligroso Quotes & Sayings

Suffering is an illusion. — Gautama Buddha

Mankind will not be perfect until it can create and destroy like God. It can already destroy: that's half the battle. — Alexandre Dumas

As long as there are prisons, police, armies, navies; we are not civilized. When the Earth joins together and uses the Earth intelligently, that will be the beginning of civilization. — Jacque Fresco

So much of what we experience emotionally as cataclysmic, even life-threatening, sounds utterly trivial when we say it out loud. — Susannah B. Mintz

However muted its present appearance may be, sexual dominion obtains nevertheless as perhaps the most pervasive ideology of our culture and provides its most fundamental concept of power. — Kate Millett

The ivy of the old age begins at the feet that hurt. (Le lierre de la vieillesse - Commence aux pieds qui blessent.) — Charles De Leusse

I don't see myself as weird, I just see myself as honest. — Tori Amos

The doctor said the wound was superficial. The old cob didn't know what "superficial" meant, but it sounded serious. — E.B. White

If I didn't understand what was happening at the time, he says, then it doesn't matter. I'm no more to blame than the knife is to blame in a stabbing, or the car in a collision.
"But I'm not an inanimate object," I argued. "I'm a person."
He looked confused for a moment and then laughed. "Of course, Charlie. But I wasn't referring to now. I meant before the operation."
Smug, pompous - I felt like hitting him too. "I was a person before the operation. In case you forgot - "
"Yes, of course, Charlie. Don't misunderstand. But it was different ... " And then he remembered that he had to check some charts in the lab. — Daniel Keyes

Nothing is more intimidating than an idiotic grin worn by a manifest non-idiot. — Eric Frank Russell

Truth is my God. I can only search Him through nonviolence and in on other way. — Mahatma Gandhi

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own. — Virginia Woolf