Videlefsky Quotes & Sayings

It'd be fun, you know. Just once. To wake up Christmas morning with snow on the ground and stockings full of presents that no one had to steal and a house that's really home." She reclaimed the teapot and slowly slipped back into the con. "That would be nice. Maybe, someday, we'll steal that." On — Ally Carter

Irrationality is the square root of all evil — Douglas Hofstadter

In this work (peace building), the role of religion is fundamental. It is not possible to build bridges between people while forgetting God, ... But the converse is also true: it is not possible to establish true links with God while ignoring other people. Hence it is important to intensify dialogue among the various religions, and I am thinking particularly of dialogue with Islam. — Pope Francis

A person who is discreet in speaking will be useful during the good times and will avoid punishment during the bad. — Yamamoto Tsunetomo

Too many codeine pills,
Too many nights of cold chills
Too many weak-handed deals
Too many lives, the addict steals — Phil Volatile

If man were never to fade away ... but lingered on forever in the world, how things would lose their power to move us. The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty. — Yoshida Kenko

She had the face of a chocolate box Madonna and larceny in her heart. — Deanna Raybourn

I'm kind of this control freak that likes to create his own hells before the real one can get to him — Spalding Gray

How can it be, in a country as strong and rich as this one, that tens of thousands of Americans who need legal representation are turned away every year because their government won't support the very program designed to help them? — Ron Wyden

If the lesser mind could measure the greater as a foot-rule can measure a pyramid, there would be finality in universal suffrage. As it is, the political problem remains unsolved. — George Bernard Shaw

We try to find chemistry; we don't do a lot of situational baseball. — Dean Martin

The critics greeted this book with a churlish and horrified outcry. Certain virtuous people, in newspapers no less virtuous, made a grimace of disgust as they picked it up with the tongs to throw it into the fire. Even the minor literary reviews, the ones that retail nightly the tittle-tattle from alcoves and private rooms, held their noses and talked of filth and stench. I am not complaining about this reception; on the contrary I am delighted to observe that my colleagues have such maidenly susceptibilities. — Emile Zola