Welshmans Hill Quotes & Sayings
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We have created an industrial order geared to automatism, where feeble-mindedness, native or acquired, is necessary for docile productivity in the factory; and where a pervasive neurosis is the final gift of the meaningless life that issues forth at the other end. — Lewis Mumford

He[Napoleon] had destroyed only one thing: the Jacobin Revolution, the dream of equality, liberty and fraternity, and of the people rising in its majesty to shake off oppression. It was a more powerful myth than his, for after his fall it was this, and not his memory, which inspired the revolutions of the nineteenth century, even in his own country. — Eric Hobsbawm

Brunch, for me, is an extended breakfast that should be enjoyed whenever you have time properly to engage in cooking and eating. — Yotam Ottolenghi

But most days,
I wander around feeling invisible.
Like I'm a speck of dust
floating in the air
that can only be seen
when a shaft of light hits it. — Sonya Sones

At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense. — Alexander Pope

If you're sitting around waiting on somebody to save you, to fix you, to even help you, you are wasting your time because only you have the power to take responsibility to move your life forward — Oprah Winfrey

I've trained my people in mentoring entrepreneurs and made myself obsolete. — Ram Shriram

All the guys called the Olympic Village a high-class Boy Scout camp. — Johnny Weissmuller

That feeling about trains, for instance. Of course he had long outgrown the boyish glamour of the steam-engine. Yet there was something that had an appeal for him in trains, especially in night-trains, which always put queer, vaguely improper notions in his head - though he would have been hard put to it to define them. Also he had an impression that those who leave by night-trains leave forever - an impression heightened the previous night by his glimpse of those Italians piled into their carriage like emigrants — Georges Simenon