Sam Levenson Quotes

You can't be a mod and a rocker. You have to choose sides.

A perfect world or a world destroyed, one or the other- someday will come the end of hell.

Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?

I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.

It is either easy or impossible.

For me, things were either very sullied or very pure, very controlled or very under-controlled.

It's too late to change your mind after you've jumped off the cliff.

I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.

What is it we value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But most importantly...timeliness. I fear you may be too late, my confused, unfortunate, friend.

Two is the beginning of the end.

It's a woman's right to know a man's intentions upfront. Because, once you get emotionally attached to a man and you sleep with him, it's too late.

When we talk about the foreign, the question becomes one of us versus them. But in the end, is one just the opposite side of the other?

The effect of Welfarism on freedom will be felt later on - after its beneficiaries have become its victims, after dependence on government has turned into bondage and it is too late to unlock the jail.

False dichotomies are often at the heart of discord.

If you wait until you are ready, it is almost certainly too late.

Mozart died too late rather than too soon.

Nothing I study makes me think we will survive this century. And yet why am I so happy? Because it's not too late. Just get off your ass and work for revolution.

Nothing exists without its opposite.

It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.

Every day is the same thing out the door Feel further away then ever before Some things in life, it gets too late to learn Well, I'm lost somewhere I must have made a few bad turns

Mediocrity is not worth the trip.

I resolved to dedicate all my life to God, all my thoughts, and words, and actions; being thoroughly convinced, there was no medium; but that every part of my life (not some only) must either be a sacrifice to God, or myself, that is, in effect, to the devil. Can any serious person doubt of this, or find a medium between serving God and serving the devil?

It is never too late to do right.

Medicine for the dead is too late