Nothing can be more contrary to religion and the clergy than reason and common sense.
Clever people will recognize and tolerate nothing but cleverness.
The obstinacy of cleverness and reason is nothing to the obstinacy of folly and inanity.
Cleverness is serviceable for everything, sufficient for nothing.
It sounds like a cliche, but without a strong group, you win nothing in football.
I must try and break through the cliches about Latin America. Superpowers and other outsiders have fought over us for centuries in ways that have nothing to do with our problems. In reality we are all alone.
I thought nothing would ever happen for me. My whole life had been geared toward being a singer, and it wasn't clicking.
Don't give in to all the cliques and popularity. It means nothing. I know super popular guys, and guess what? They're just normal people, too.
It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.
He who knows nothing is closer to the truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods and errors.
He who closes his eyes sees nothing, even in the full light of day.
The more I see of democracy the more I dislike it. It just brings everything down to the mere vulgar level of wages and prices, electric light and water closets, and nothing else.
There is nothing that is more often clothed in an attractive garb than a false creed.
Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud, and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us; and it was very still; but there were whispers.
With sculpting, nothing is cloudy or mystical. It's just about this object, and if you're trying to depict reality, and you do it well, then the outcome is the truth.
For me, there's nothing better than curling up in my favorite blanket on a cloudy or rainy day and just knit. Especially in front of the fireplace.
Futurism today is led by science-fiction writers, by sociologists, by historians. Now, I have nothing against them. I'm sure they do great work. But they're not scientists. They're clueless.
The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty.
The Milky Way is nothing else but a mass of innumerable stars planted together in clusters.
There's nothing wrong with having a collection, but it becomes a problem when it overwhelms your space. When you're not displaying it properly, you're not enjoying it and it turns into clutter.
