Whitelam Books Quotes

#1. Death is not too high a price for this - This taste of heaven -

Friedrich Schiller

#2. Savvy observers occasionally note television's resemblance to the weather: Everybody loves to complain about it, but nobody can do anything to fix it.

Michael Medved

#3. I'm sorry, what did you say? I'm not fluent in stupid drunk slut

Christine Zolendz

#4. To meditate with humility, consider existence. It is infinite. You are finite. You are a finite portion of infinite existence. Let this be your meditation.

Frederick Lenz

#5. There is at least one truth in every myth.

Suzy Kassem

#6. There are many ways of discarding [books]. You can give them to friends,
or enemies,
or to associations or to poor Southern libraries. But the surest way is to lend them. Then they never come back to bother you.

Carolyn Wells

#7. There's nothing to be gained, and much to be lost, in trying to bend every child to match a one-size-fits-all notion of what it means to be a boy or girl of a specific age. Better to set a few parameters and then go with the flow. Call it 'jazz parenting.'

Ezekiel Emanuel

#8. It is a monstrous thing that I will say, but I will say it all the same: I find in many things more restraint and order in my morals than in my opinions, and my lust less depraved than my reason.

Michel De Montaigne

#9. The fourth is there just to keep them in order because three of anything is bound to get messy.

Ella Frank

#10. Through persistent, effective, and diligent work, a person can accumulate knowledge in the form of facts, data, information, and experience. Intelligence, however, can only be gained through obedience. Thus, knowledge is a prerequisite to and foundation for true spiritual intelligence.

David A. Bednar

#11. It has been discovered that C++ provides a remarkable facility for concealing the trival details of a program - such as where its bugs are.

Robert D Keppel

#12. Be the person you wish to be, not who you are told to be.

Anna Glazebrook

#13. The room seemed to have grown darker, as if all the sad light of the cloudy evening had taken refuge on her forehead.

Joseph Conrad