St Isaac Jogues Quotes

#1. People are entitled to believe the government is constantly lying to them, but it isn't.

Elliott Abrams

#2. It makes me angry sometimes, it's a visceral thing
how you come to despise your own words in your ears not because they aren't genuine, but because they are; because you've said them so many times, your 'principles,' your 'ideals'
and so damned little in the world has changed because of them.

Joyce Carol Oates

#3. I do think girls in their twenties accept certain kinds of lesser treatment than they would at other times in their lives.

Lena Dunham

#4. It's really hard not to think too much. If I try to control the sled too much so that I have perfect lines, I'm really slow.

Katie Uhlaender

#5. Language also acts like love in form.

Alena Graedon

#6. You can grow apart from people very quickly.

Rachael Leigh Cook

#7. I do like Eddie Van Halen as a player. He gets it right quite often.

Paul McCartney

#8. Antiquity! I like its ruins better than its reconstructions.

Joseph Joubert

#9. [We] assume that social progress is like technological progress: one cannot uninvent the internal combustion engine, so how could one uninvent liberty?

Mark Steyn

#10. My father told us all the time: to become a good writer takes writing. Because the more you do it, the better you get at it. It's like bull-riding. You can't do it once, you know. You've got to practice it and practice it.

Thomas Steinbeck

#11. Is a stranger in a crowd less than human, just because you can't witness her inner life?

Greg Egan

#12. You're bruised, as ugly as one of your Cyclops, and I can barely stand to look at you. - Duncan to Madelyne.

Julie Garwood

#13. A moment later Jonathan's body wavered in the air, shimmering, and began to go transparent. Don't let them spread silly rumors about me, or make me a god. O.K., Fletch? I'm a seagull. I like to fly, maybe ...

Richard Bach

#14. Keep out of Chancery. It's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains.

Charles Dickens