I'm small, but I'm neither compliant nor agreeable.
I designed the small storage ring used and participated at all stages of the experiment proper, including part of the data treatment.
My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise.
I was born out of due time in the sense that by temperament and talent I should have been more suited for the life of a small Bach, living in anonymity and composing regularly for an established service and for God.
When a relationship doesn't work anymore, it's terrible to stay with someone that you don't love.
One either has to believe in a God who's terribly prejudiced, or disbelieve the teachings of such exclusionary theologies. Religions have taught us that 'we are better than they.'
My plan is to have a theatre in some small town or something and I'll be manager. Ill be the crazy old movie guy.
I was eating bad stuff. Lots of sugar and carbs, junk food all the time. It makes you very irritated.
What is food to one, is to others bitter poison.
It is a small soul, buried beneath the weight of affairs, that does not know how to get clean away from them, that cannot put them aside and pick them up again.
Faithfulness in the performance of small duties gives us strength to adhere to difficult determinations that life will someday force us to make.
Let me be the first to tell you, drinking alcohol is the worst thing to do in cold weather. Hot soup is the best because the process of digesting food helps to warm you up.
Admire a small ship, but put your freight in a large one; for the larger the load, the greater will be the profit upon profit.
I have some security that could protect me against provocations but of course there are more terrible actions that could not be stopped by any security.
When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.
Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.
There is something great and terrible about suicide.
To be immortal is commonplace; except for man, all creatures are immortal, for they are ignorant of death; what is divine, terrible, incomprehensible, is to know that one is immortal.
I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with.
Any problem, big or small, within a family, always seems to start with bad communication. Someone isn't listening.
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
We were raised in an Italian-American household, although we didn't speak Italian in the house. We were very proud of being Italian, and had Italian music, ate Italian food.
The food we ate was Indian, and both my mother and father were very deep into the ancient philosophy of India, so it could well have been an Indian household.
The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.