#ps

One can only become a philosopher, but not be one. As one believes he is a philosopher, he stops being one. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#being #believes #only #philosopher #stops

My life is what a salmon must feel like. They are always going upstream, against the current. ↗

— Laura Schlessinger

#always #current #feel #going #life

One thing I've been happy as peach pie about - because I'm all about the children and the happiness of a woman because that makes the happiness of the home - is that nannies, day cares and babysitters are all collapsing, which is forcing moms and dads to raise their children at home. ↗

— Laura Schlessinger

#because #been #cares #children #collapsing

Psychology doesn't like to talk about evil. It likes to talk about bad childhoods. But I very much believe that some people are evil and motivation is not necessary for evil. ↗

— Laura Schlessinger

#bad #believe #childhoods #evil #i

Chicago is constantly auditioning for the world, determined that one day, on the streets of Barcelona, in Berlin's cabarets, in the coffee shops of Istanbul, people will know and love us in our multidimensional glory, dream of us the way they dream of San Francisco and New York. ↗

— Mary Schmich

#barcelona #berlin #chicago #coffee #constantly

Sometimes groups and their material can get overbloated. ↗

— Fred Schneider

#groups #material #sometimes #their

Using lots of fresh foods, fruits and vegetables, helps to keep the menu buoyant - I don't know if that's the right word, but it keeps a balance of freshness and health. ↗

— Sally Schneider

#buoyant #foods #fresh #freshness #fruits

Nobody's perfect. Everyone slides here and there, and they have their ups and downs. When they are down, that is not the time to step all over them. ↗

— Neal Schon

#downs #everyone #here #nobody #over

I haven't stopped playing. If you play all the time, then your chops are up and you tend to grow. ↗

— Neal Schon

#grow #haven #i #play #playing

Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it. ↗

— Olive Schreiner

#always #color #flower #god #love