The Freudian theory is one of the most important foundation stones for an edifice to be built by future generations, the dwelling of a freer and wiser humanity.

The Stone the Builders Rejected.

Prayer and love are learned in the hour when prayer becomes impossible and the heart has turned to stone.

South Africans will kick down a statue of a dead white man but won’t even attempt to slap a live one. Yet they can stone to death a black man simply because he’s a foreigner.

You start a question, and it’s like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others.

A stumbling block to the pessimist is a stepping-stone to the optimist.

We’re the alley cats and they can throw their stones. They can break our hearts, they won’t take our souls.

The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.

The drop hollows out the stone not by strength, but by constant falling.

The rolling stone rolls echoing from rock to rock; but the rolling stone is dead. The moss is silent because the moss is alive.

I am reminded of a lady of about my age who was asked by an earnest, little granddaughter the other day ‘Granny, can you remember the Stone Age?’ Whilst that may be going a bit far, the older generation are able to give a sense of context as well as the wisdom of experience which can be invaluable.

I wept not, so to stone within I grew.

Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.

I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.

The best artist has that thought alone Which is contained within the marble shell; The sculptor’s hand can only break the spell To free the figures slumbering in the stone.

The idea is there locked inside. All you have to do is remove the excess stone.

Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.

You better start swimming, or you’ll sink like a stone. Because the Time’s they are a-changing

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.

It is the nature of stone to be satisfied. It is the nature of water to want to be somewhere else.