Best Eton Quotes - Inspiring & Motivational Collection

It's Early Days. A Few Skeletons Are Bound To Keep Jumping Out Of The Closet.

How Is It That There Are So Many Minds That Are Incapable Of Understanding Mathematics? ... The Skeleton Of Our Understanding, ... And Actually They Are The Majority. ... We Have Here A Problem That Is Not Easy Of Solution, But Yet Must Engage The Attention Of All Who Wish To Devote Themselves To Education.

There Is Something About A Closet That Makes A Skeleton Terribly Restless.

Everybody's Got Skeletons In The Closets. Every Once In A While, You've Got To Open Up The Closet And The Let The Skeletons Breathe. Half The Time, The Very Thing You Think Is Gonna Destroy You Or Ruin You Is The Very Thing That Nobody Cares About. My Advice To People With Skeletons Is To Dust Them Off Every Now And Then-- As Long As Your Closet's Aint Full Of Them. It's Not Good To Have More Than Two Or Three.

I Loved The Adrenalin Rush Of The Skeleton, And Would Love To Do It As A Paralympic Sport If They Ever Bring It Into The Games.

The World Dies Over And Over Again, But The Skeleton Always Gets Up And Walks.

I Began Thinking About My Skeleton, This Solid, Beautiful Thing Inside Me That I Would Never See.

The Cafe Windows Wrapped All The Way Around The Observation Floor, Which Gave Us A Beautiful Panoramic View Of The Skeleton Army That Had Come To Kill Us.

Do Yourself A Favor,' I Said. "forget It. Forget You Ever Saw Me." "forget That You Tried To Kill Me Too?" "yeah. That, Too." "but Who Are You?" "percy-" I Started To Say. Then The Skeletons Turned Around. "gotta Go!" "what Kind Of Name Is Percy Gotta-go?" I Bolted For The Exit.

Two U.s. Marine Skeletons Guarded The Doors. They Grinned Down At Us, Rocket-propelled Grenade Launchers Held Across Their Chests. "you Know," Grover Mumbled, "i Bet Hades Doesn't Have Trouble With Door-to-door Salesman.

But Who Are You?" Percy—" I Started To Say. Then The Skeletons Turned Around. "gotta Go!" What Kind Of Name Is Percy Gotta-go?

...i Is Another. If The Brass Wakes The Trumpet, It’s Not Its Fault. That’s Obvious To Me: I Witness The Unfolding Of My Own Thought: I Watch It, I Hear It: I Make A Stroke With The Bow: The Symphony Begins In The Depths, Or Springs With A Bound Onto The Stage. If The Old Imbeciles Hadn’t Discovered Only The False Significance Of Self, We Wouldn’t Have To Now Sweep Away Those Millions Of Skeletons Which Have Been Piling Up The Products Of Their One-eyed Intellect Since Time Immemorial, And Claiming Themselves To Be Their Authors!