Hermann Hesse Quotes
He saw merchants trading, princes hunting, mourners wailing for their dead, whores offering themselves, physicians trying to help the sick, priests determining the most suitable day for seeding, lovers loving, mothers nursing their children—and all of this was not worthy of one look from his eye, it all lied, it all stank, it all stank of lies, it all pretended to be meaningful and joyful and beautiful, and it all was just concealed putrefaction. The world tasted bitter. Life was torture.
Hermann Hesse
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I think my numbers speak for themselves.
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When your conscience says law is immoral, don't follow it.
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I'm not a collector of clothes. I've got clothes to wear.
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No, and I never, ever eat in between the meals. I control it well enough and with no pills, and I sleep seven hours a night. I go to bed. I fall asleep, and I wake up seven hours later, and this is the most important.
Karl Lagerfeld
For someone who writes fiction, in order to activate the imagination and the unconscious, it's essential to be free.
Manuel Puig
Our guiding principle was that design is neither an intellectual nor a material affair, but simply an integral part of the stuff of life, necessary for everyone in a civilized society.
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The man who would forge to the front in this competitive age must be a man of prompt and determined decision.
Orison Swett Marden
If Mr. Lloyd George had no good qualities, no charms, no fascinations, he would not be dangerous. If he were not a syren, we need not fear the whirlpools.
John Maynard Keynes
Thanks to properly selecting the clients you will not be unnecessarily wasting time.
Lee Iacocca
The Hulk has an awesome superpower. He turns into this giant monster that can eliminate several dudes at once.
Ty Simpkins
A business based on brand is, very simply, a business primed for success.
David F. D'Alessandro
He saw merchants trading, princes hunting, mourners wailing for their dead, whores offering themselves, physicians trying to help the sick, priests determining the most suitable day for seeding, lovers loving, mothers nursing their children—and all of this was not worthy of one look from his eye, it all lied, it all stank, it all stank of lies, it all pretended to be meaningful and joyful and beautiful, and it all was just concealed putrefaction. The world tasted bitter. Life was torture.
Hermann Hesse
