Brandrud Chairs Quotes

#1. Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.

Charles Dickens

#2. The fatal historical mistake of liberalism is to see no enemy on the left, to consider that the enemy is always on the right.

Anonymous

#3. Coffee's the elixir of life.

David Mitchell

#4. Striving toward a goal puts a more pleasing construction on our advance toward death.

Mason Cooley

#5. It remains unbelievable to me that I have any readers beyond my own blood relations - it's a crazy, wild gift.

Karen Russell

#6. For a moment he became frightened that, with no one watching him, he might begin to disappear forever.

Andrew Kaufman

#7. Followership starts with Jesus, stays with Jesus, goes with Jesus, and ends with Jesus.

Leonard Sweet

#8. We need a millstone around our neck to keep us humble.

Martin Luther

#9. Old age is not an illness, it is a timeless ascent. As power diminishes, we grow toward the light.

May Sarton

#10. Happiness is a constant work-in-progress, because solving problems is a constant work-in-progress - the solutions to today's problems will lay the foundation for tomorrow's problems, and so on. True happiness occurs only when you find the problems you enjoy having and enjoy solving. Sometimes

Mark Manson

#11. The best lies are always at least partially true.

Laurell K. Hamilton

#12. prepared to make the ultimate wartime sacrifice that most governments demand of their able-bodied citizens, but his was one that regarded his life as of lesser value than the lives of whites making the same sacrifice.

Ralph Ellison

#13. I held her head to my shoulder, rocking her, rubbing her back. Poor thing, I don't think she know where to put the whole world.

Shannon Hale

#14. Our purpose is simply to ask how theological principles can be shown to have usable secular analogues that throw light upon the nature of language.

Kenneth Burke

#15. People under suspicion are better moving than at rest, since at rest they may be sitting in the balance without knowing it, being weighed together with their sins.

Franz Kafka