#elf

Censorship feeds the dirty mind more than the four-letter word itself. ↗

— Dick Cavett

#dirty #feeds #four-letter #itself #mind

Fear is a question: What are you afraid of, and why? Just as the seed of health is in illness, because illness contains information, your fears are a treasure house of self-knowledge if you explore them. ↗

— Marilyn Ferguson

#because #contains #explore #fear #fears

My dad was a big believer in treating people well, oftentimes even when he himself wasn't well. ↗

— Neil Cavuto

#big #big believer #dad #even #himself

But be that as it may, I think it is more respectful to you that I should speak to you upon and do my best to interest you in the subject which has occupied me, and in which I am myself most interested. ↗

— Arthur Cayley

#best #i #i am #i think #interest

Self-will so ardent and active that it will break a world to pieces to make a stool to sit on. ↗

— Richard Cecil

#ardent #break #make #pieces #self-will

The panic of the Depression loosened my inhibitions against being different. I could be myself. ↗

— Emanuel Celler

#being #being different #could #depression #different

I felt that I ostracized myself by my behavior, by the past, by living with all the regrets of my mistakes, that I sort of wore a hair shirt and beat myself up most of the day thinking and regretting why did I make such a mistake? Why have I made so many mistakes? ↗

— Sarah Ferguson

#behavior #day #did #felt #hair

Yet in all those cases I finally steeled myself to seize the opportunity, and find a way to muddle through and eventually conclude that I had, in fact, chosen the right path, as risky as it seemed at the time. ↗

— Vinton Cerf

#chosen #conclude #eventually #fact #finally

The queen and I always got on well, still do; I uphold everything Her Majesty represents, has given up her life for. It's her duty. For her country, she's selfless to the grave. ↗

— Sarah Ferguson

#country #duty #everything #given #got

I found one remaining box of comics which I had saved. When I opened it up and that smell came pouring out, that old paper smell, I was struck by a rush of memories, a sense of my childhood self that seemed to be contained in there. ↗

— Michael Chabon

#came #childhood #comics #contained #found