#his

Whenever I am losing, it's like, 'It's his fault'. And whenever I'm winning it's like, 'That's us'. That's the team, the people. ↗

— Marat Safin

#fault #his #i #i am #like

And then I think now we are - you know his - like I've always said. His spirit is so large that we feel his presence around the show, and we always will. He will always have a voice. ↗

— Katey Sagal

#around #feel #his #i #i think

There was this whole middle time that only Chris Rock came out of, you know, 10 years ago it was Chris and a few other people, but that's about it. Chris is in a class of his own; I don't see another comedian who I put in high regard as him. ↗

— Bob Saget

#ago #another #came #chris #chris rock

I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man's self-respect is a sin. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#anything #being #demean #eyes #him

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#alive #analysis #becomes #beloved #calm

A civilization is a heritage of beliefs, customs, and knowledge slowly accumulated in the course of centuries, elements difficult at times to justify by logic, but justifying themselves as paths when they lead somewhere, since they open up for man his inner distance. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#centuries #civilization #course #customs #difficult

It is in the compelling zest of high adventure and of victory, and in creative action, that man finds his supreme joys. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#adventure #compelling #creative #finds #high

Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country, fought to save it, struggled to make it beautiful. Only then will the love of farm or country fill his heart. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#country #farm #fill #fought #heart

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#gone #his #living #man #memory

How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become - to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#any #become #being #could #die