You know the people who have the bumper stickers that say "Windows 95 = Mac '89"? These are the faithful, and I respect their faith, but I would like to respectfully point out that faith is dangerous. Religion kills.
Take off that darn fur coat!. . . Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.
We need more windows for the houses. And for men, more reason!
Careful with the accusations of insanity, oh my lady whose home is a tower with windows of brick, all for the sake of some skinny-ankled, laugh-prone boy of a khan.
Night is a curious child, wandering Between earth and sky, creeping In windows and doors, daubing The entire neighborhood With purple paint.
In order to see the world clearly, you must clean the windows of perception. The only problem is, our society doesn't do windows.
The future of Windows is to let the computer see, listen and even learn.
What good is religious liberty if it can only be practiced behind stained-glass windows on Sunday?
It was luxuries like air conditioning that brought down the Roman Empire. With air conditioning their windows were shut, they couldn't hear the barbarians coming.
My bed was pushed up hard against the wall just below the window. I loved to sleep with the windows open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open my windows and put my head on my pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak. There would be raindrops blown onto my face, too, if I was lucky, and I would imagine that I was in my boat on the ocean and that it was swaying with the swell of the sea. I did not imagine that I was a pirate, or that I was going anywhere. I was just on my boat.
There is no better opportunity to receive more than to be thankful for what you already have. Thanksgiving opens the windows of opportunity for ideas to flow your way.
Windows 95 is what Rube Goldberg would have designed if he'd studied cartooning at M. I. T.
I use Windows; '98 second edition and it works very good for me. You know, I just started on the computer about 9 months ago and am fascinated with the possibilities. I don't know what I would do without it now.
I feel life is so small unless it has windows into other worlds.
There are some heads which have no windows, and the day can never strike from above; nothing enters from heavenard.
For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.
A race track is a place where windows clean people.
Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.
I want to throw open the windows of the Church so that we can see out and the people can see in.
I live in a very small house, but my windows look out on a very large world.