Use Ppe Quotes & Sayings

Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another. — Saib Tabrizi

The hyperreal is the abolition of the real not by violent destruction, but by its assumption, elevation to the strength of the model. Anticipation, deterrence, preventive transfiguration, etc.: the model acts as a sphere of absorption of the real. — Jean Baudrillard

Fear is like a fire. If you can control it, it can cook for you. It can heat your house.If you can't control it, it will burn everything around you and destroy you. Fear is your friend and your worst enemy. — Sui Ishida

Those who are not schooled and practised in truth [who are not honest and upright men] can never manage aright the government, nor yet can those who spend their lives as closet philosophers; because the former have no high purpose to guide their actions, while the latter keep aloof from public life ... — Plato

Escaped at last into a world of pure illusion in which, safe from any harm, she moved, lived, from attitude to attitude — William Faulkner

You, stupid one, who believe in laws which punish murder by murder ... — George Sand

Greatest thing we can produce is character. Everything else can be taken from us, but not our character. — Henry Ford

The one and only formative power given to man Is thought. By his thinking he not only makes character, but body and affairs, for as he thinketh within himself, so is he. Prejudice is a mist, which in our journey through the world often dims the brightest and obscures the best of all the good and glorious objects that meet us on our way. — Anthony Ashley Cooper

When government does its job properly people are free to do theirs. — Margaret Thatcher

But now I felt trapped, like a homeless person who'd been given their dream home only to suffer from intense wanderlust because we always want something until we have it. — Julie Murphy

The Frenchman sat up with that strange energy which comes often as the harbinger of death. "( ... ) This I tell you - I, Raoul de la Roche Pierre de Bras, dying upon the field of honour. And now kiss me, sweet friend, and lay me back, for the mists closes round me and I am gone!"
With tender hands the squire [Nigel] lowered his comrade's head, but even as he did so there came a choking rush of blood, and the soul had passed. So died a gallant cavalier of France, and Nigel, as he knelt in the ditch beside him, prayed that his own end might be as noble and as debonair. — Arthur Conan Doyle