Rene Char Quotes
Man is able to do what he is unable to imagine. His head trails a wake through the galaxy of the absurd.
Rene Char
Quotes to Explore
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Is there any more encouraging sign than to see an Indian, who has never been to a university, like our friend Mr. Asutosh Dey here, for example, carrying out original work and finding it recognized by the foremost societies of the world?
C. V. Raman
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I was seeing this girl recently and used to call her up saying I missed her. I can't help it after a few drinks!
Adam Garcia
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I love seeing women looking great in my clothes. I don't care who they are. I don't quantify people by celebrity.
L'Wren Scott
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To this light, then, would I recommend all, with mine own soul, - to this sure way of salvation.
Elias Hicks
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Fortunately, or unforunately for me, I am always at my best when I am unhampered: when I can let myself go and have a little fun.
Elsa Schiaparelli
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The real idols . . . are the people who work for Polk Works. I'm honored by this.
Larry Miller
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There is always one person in the office that you want to whip their ass! If you don't know who it is, it is probably you.
D. L. Hughley
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Love is the salt of life.
John Sheffield
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He seemeth to be most ignorant that trusteth most to his wit.
Plato
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And I want to rise up, throw my arms open for a vast embrace, address an ample, luminous discourse to the invisible crowds. I would start like this: "O rainbow-colored gods. . .
Vladimir Nabokov
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We must overact our part in some measure, in order to produce any effect at all.
William Hazlitt
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Postwar America would bear no more similarity to prewar America than the Restoration Monarchy bore to Revolutionary France; what would emerge would be a vast, impersonal juggernaut of industrial cartels, a mountainous administrative bureaucracy and a prestigious military junta—and beneath these, far beneath, an emotional and highly subservient citizenry whose attitudes and actions would be created, aroused, manipulated, subverted by the roar of the mass media … it was so clear! Why couldn’t the dunderheads see it? Whoever could see it—whoever rode this wave deftly, keeping just ahead of its boiling crest—would hold the future securely in his fine right hand
Anton Myrer
