E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes Of A Gadfly Quotes
Errors do not cease to be errors simply because they’re ratified into law.
It’s not unpatriotic to denounce an injustice committed on our behalf, perhaps it’s the most patriotic thing we can do.
Could mankind declare it was truly wise? Did man know everything on earth, or would he ever? Certainly not!
The devil has not vanished simply because people refuse to believe he exists, no more than God has...
Poor God, how often He is blamed for all the suffering in theworld. It’s like praising Satan for allowing all the good that happens.
You cannot hinder someone’s free will, that’s the first law of the Universe, no matter what the decision.
Sometimes, the simple things are more fun and meaningful than all the banquets in the world ...
... what you think is right isn't the same as knowing what is right.
If you boil it down, just because someone else does the wrong thing we are not exempt from doing what’s right.
If we danced and shared music, we'd be too busy en-joy-in' life to start a war.
... you’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.
Finally, Charlie gave up the hunt and placed (the puppy) back on the floor, dispatching fleas was not his idea of a romantic evening, unless you happened to be a twisted exterminator, he thought.
When in doubt, throw doubt out and have a little faith....
Let's always try to paint the truth ... our art must be made to mean something.
Pops added, "you know, they say if you don't vote, you get the government you deserve.""And if you do, you never get the results you expected, " (Katherine) replied.
While you’re singing something romantic, I can’t get the lyrics to ‘Love and Marriage’ out of my head, and that tune always reminds me of the jingle from Jeopardy.
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
They lived off each other's hypocrisy, fuelling a worthless market of trash.
... food is not simply organic fuel to keep body and soul together, it is a perishable art that must be savoured at the peak of perfection.
Have you ever felt you were born in the wrong decade, or came just a bit too late and missed out on all the good stuff when it was in its heyday?