Basil Plant Quotes

#1. He once called her his basil plant; and when she asked for an explanation, said that basil was a plant which had flourished wonderfully on a murdered man's brains.

George Eliot

#2. We're not just dogmatic about this-we're bulldog-matic!
Sola Scriptura is non-negotiable!

Steve Lawson

#3. Books are for the most part willfully and hastily written, as parts of a system to supply a want real or imagined.

Henry David Thoreau

#4. Once brave politicians and others explain the war on drugs' true cost, the American people will scream for a cease-fire. Bring the troops home, people will urge. Treat drugs as a health problem, not as a matter for the criminal justice system.

Larry Elder

#5. Wherever you may go, the least plant may bring you clear remembrance of the Creator.

Saint Basil

#6. If you are stimulated by what you do, you never get tired

Nelson Mandela

#7. When the wings are too heavy, the bird can't fly.

Marty Rubin

#8. I went to art school for fine art and then I started doing performance art, and then I started making fun of performance art, and it turned into comedy.

Mary Lynn Rajskub

#9. I learned to read at a young age and I have always read voraciously. It is one of the few things, aside from getting fucked up and getting in trouble, that I have done consistently throughout my entire life.

James Frey

#10. It requires great spirit, an exceptionally great spirit, to suffer the success of a close relative.

Sandor Marai

#11. The easier things are to buy, the more we consume.

Erik Qualman

#12. To be truly positive in the eyes of some, you have to risk appearing negative in the eyes of others.

Criss Jami

#13. They who sow courtesy reap friendship, and they who plant kindness gather love.

Saint Basil

#14. To all the girls that think you're fat because you're not a size zero, you're the beautiful one, its society who's ugly.

Marilyn Monroe

#15. Dogs believe every stranger is a friend they haven't met yet. Cats wait for a proper invitation.

Vicki Brown

#16. The hungry kid smiles, as though the cascade of waste paper is a firework display. She squints into the sun to follow them as they fly.

M.R. Carey