#hammers

Harsh counsels have no effect; they are like hammers, which are always repulsed by the anvil. ↗

— Claude Adrien Helvetius

#anvil #counsels #effect #hammers #harsh

Rodgers and Hammerstein didn't mean anything to me. I just wanted to have a hit, I just wanted to be like those people on the radio. It was all of a case of the present tense with no projecting into the future, particularly. ↗

— Art Garfunkel

#case #future #hammerstein #hit #i

I love the wry motto of the Paleontological Society, meant both literally and figuratively, for hammers are the main tool of our trade: Frango ut patefaciam - I break in order to reveal. ↗

— Stephen Jay Gould

#break #figuratively #hammers #i #i love

Like Rodgers and Hammerstein, I'm not afraid to deal with themes about the ups and downs of life, yet which are still entertaining, and you still feel these stories. ↗

— Harvey Weinstein

#afraid #deal #downs #entertaining #feel

After the Rodgers and Hammerstein revolution, songs became part of the story, as opposed to just entertainments in between comedy scenes. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#became #between #comedy #entertainments #hammerstein

In the Rodgers and Hammerstein generation, popular hits came out of shows and movies. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#generation #hammerstein #hits #movies #out

Oscar Hammerstein was a surrogate father during all those many days, and weeks and months when I didn't see my own father. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#during #father #hammerstein #i #many

Death walks among us ↗

— S.K.N. Hammerstone

#angel-of-death #angels-and-demons #death-and-dying #skn-hammerstone #death

You need to know what you are before you can become what you are supposed to be. In order to know what you are now, you must learn what you are going to be. ↗

— S.K.N. Hammerstone

#angels-and-demons #death #demons #skn-hammerstone #the-rift

I was also sick of my neighbors, as most Parisians are. I now knew every second of the morning routine of the family upstairs. At 7:00 am alarm goes off, boom, Madame gets out of bed, puts on her deep-sea divers’ boots, and stomps across my ceiling to megaphone the kids awake. The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor, then, apparently dragging several sledgehammers each, stampede into the kitchen. They grab their chunks of baguette and go and sit in front of the TV, which is always showing a cartoon about people who do nothing but scream at each other and explode. Every minute, one of the kids cartwheels (while bouncing cannonballs) back into the kitchen for seconds, then returns (bringing with it a family of excitable kangaroos) to the TV. Meanwhile the toilet is flushed, on average, fifty times per drop of urine expelled. Finally, there is a ten-minute period of intensive yelling, and at 8:15 on the dot they all howl and crash their way out of the apartment to school.” (p.137) ↗

— Stephen Clarke

#bed #cannonball #cartoon #cartwheel #ceiling