Vtreslolla Quotes & Sayings
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It's been said that legends are those who shape change into greatness; shaping change is one of the hallmarks of genius. — Julian Pencilliah

Romney said that his tax reform proposal is 'very similar to the Simpson-Bowles plan.' How I wish it were. — Erskine Bowles

I am sort of medium ... I guess you could call me the mediumest boy in the class. -Leigh Botts — Beverly Cleary

Giving peace a chance only gives Saddam Hussein more time to prepare for war on his terms, at a time of his choosing, in pursuit of ambitions that will only grow as his power to achieve them grows. — John McCain

Sometimes I think that the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us. - BILL WATTERSON — Michio Kaku

Don't allow your emotions to get in the way of clearheaded decisions about what's best for you. — Ken Weber

There's plenty of time and a million different ways to be an asshole. Don't feel you got to get them all done at once. — Anonymous

Son. Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone. But it doesn't mean you've got to be alone before you go through the door. And believe me, you aren't alone on the other side. — Jim Butcher

Born to be wild - live to outgrow it. — Douglas Horton

There can be no criminal intent in resisting injustice. — Lysander Spooner

Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large,
where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning's dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books! — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes? — Pablo Neruda