Chartered Accountants Quotes

VALENTINE: Are you talking about Lord Byron, the poet? BERNARD: No, you fucking idiot, we're talking about Lord Byron, the chartered accountant.

Independence means.. enjoying freedom and empowering others too to let them do so.

Your good friends can write a book on you; but Your best friends can create an embarrassing full fledged 3 hours movie on you, with silliest jingles and animation made ever.

Doesn’t matter if you can dream it or not, all that matters is if you can begin it or not? Take that first step.

Black and white is mix of toughest simplicity and easiest complexity.

Good people won’t do bad to you if you hurt them. They’ll just be neutral and walk away, with experience and a lesson; and you’ll be left with well-wishers less one.

It hurts deeper is when somebody you love becomes someone you loved.

Black and white is salt and pepper of colors, for life tastes bland without them.

Life as a defeated warrior with dignity is lot better than the king ruling without it.

Black and white is heaviest of vibrant and at the same time lightest of achromatic.

Black and white, oldest of the vintages, newest of the last season.

New year is a day, to tune the rhythm called SOUL, with best chords called EXPERIENCES and play the guitar called LIFE.

Only one person can stop me or keep me going; I myself.

Never ever let anyone take the charge of your Guitar called LIFE. Tune your Dreams, for you are the composer of the tracks of your life. Why do you wait? What are you scared of?

Every vision has its own rainbow; The day you realise your vision you'll see your rainbow.

You win, not by defeating others, but by performing better than before.

Time spent for temporary happiness like movie or outing or weekend on a beach is all synthetic; with shelf life of a day or two. Work for your bigger dreams that should last for whole life. Then movie and beach would seem more interesting, realising that you have done something.

Forgive all before you go to sleep, you'll be forgiven before you get up. – Lord Krishna.

Work is just a part of our Life, not vice versa. So Live life full time, work work, part time.

Who said I won't fail? I might. Who said I might give up? I won't.

No one else can understand you better than you yourself.

Dream high, beyond the sky; no matter wings so small, keep vision bright; just dare to learn, for you are born to fly.

Be a master of your dreams, not the slave of your sorrows.

If you want to fly you need to grow up, to grow up you need to be a kid again. To be a kid again you have to just be yourself; so come out of your cozy comfort zone, Yell out and break the boundaries your are stuck in.. Then only you can fly.

Black and white, severally incomplete and at the same time completely several.

Black and white is as if phoenix of colors has eloped into opacity.

Sunshine, external, is universal; internal, the eternal. Choose; shine.

Beware of will power. It damages your giving-up skills.

People may create your dreams with you, not for you. It’s you and only you who has to think, start and continue.

Irony, we want our handwriting to look like typed fonts, and our computer fonts to look like handwritten text.

Hurting a softhearted caring person would please you but loss is yours; you would have friends less one.

Irony of the world is that it wants to simplify the complexity and complicate the simplicity.

Thinking in loneliness and speaking in public are the two things leaders are masters at.

Corporate rule number 7; survival of the fittest spoon. Those who follow reach nowhere.

Whatever you do, do it with passion; learn new things, set new standards. If you fall down, get up; just get going, non-stop. This is how dreams come true.

Nirvana; closing the eyes to see the world inside.

Thanksgiving means thanking the givers.

Speed of love is measured in blushes per hour.

Life is like playing a guitar and meditation is like music. Small session of rehearsals daily won’t show much but would make you ROCK in the long run.

Suppose it’s your last day on earth. Have you done what all you wanted to do, you always dreamt of? If answer is NO, your time starts now.

Rainbow of happiness is the byproduct of your inner sunshine, after the rain of sorrows.

Freedom of speech doesn't mean threatening the freedom of others.

Black and white is refuge of colors from their own nullity.

Black and white seems a journey into space which is destined back to earth.

Kill the loneliness by being with yourself, all alone.

Irony; these days, images have so much noise; and people, silent.

HOPES may vanish; DREAMS never die.

I am leaving. Where? Not where but whom. Whom? You.

Irony; we want to dance like robots and want robots to dance like us.

Dear Boss! Don't be a boss-hole.

Life is like a painting; make yours a masterpiece.

We both were there, but alone. "Bye," she said and left; I was alone; again, one more time.

You are known by the thoughts you seed.

Five Ups of life: Buckle up, Start up, Keep it up, Don’t give up, Cheer up.

The best thing to gift yourself is to be just YOURSELF, improving above the person that you were yesterday.

The only person standing between your dreams and making them a reality is YOU.

Ladder of success is made by nails of Patience.

Let's fall, or rather rise, in Love.

Power of dreams is not measured by the frequency of dreaming, but by speed of actions to make them come true.

Cancer can touch you, but not your soul; neither your thoughts, nor your heart.

There is only one way to success.. and only one person can lead you there.. that’s YOU.

Let’s not call cancer patients as patients, they are cancer fighters. They are brave hearts.

Happiness is.. looking at the closing door, then bolting them from outside and fleeing.

Be the master of your dreams, not a slave of your sorrows.

Black and white, vacuum of cosmos vis-à-vis occupancy of skies.

Life kicks you on the face, especially the moment you take the helmet off your head to stop and rest.

The only person standing between your dreams and your success is none but YOU.. so all you need is to push YOURSELF.. Towards your goals.. to make it happen.

Wow! So beautiful. Which star? Planet, not star; It WAS called Earth.

Give it a try.. for you are born to fly high; don’t sit on the shores, don’t wait and sigh.

Have rum; I mean, have fun. Don't overdose. Cheers.

Perfection is pure action that comes with zeal to excel.

Journey leading to just an end is better lost on the way. Who knows you would explore the real destination.

Caution: Poems are sweeter than chocolates.

Change is Growth, Movement is Change; keep on moving, keep on growing.

When problems come, remain calm in two cases. One when you know you can solve them so smile; second when you know you can’t so be silent.

Coal mines, like a hard life, have seen the best diamonds of innovation, more than any jewel factory.

Behind every successful flight, lies the will, full of thrust, against the wind; the will to win.

If life gives you nuts then be a nut cracker.

Joy is temporary, Happiness is permanent; for it comes out from positive mind and is an art of tension free heart.

Doing differently what’s already done is old and boring. Do something new, that’s yet to be done.

Don’t shout the dreams out.. let it be done by your deeds; stay calm and fly high.

Tough is to innovate; else you are just competing with photocopy machines.

The Knowledgeable has the intelligent answer; but only the intelligent one asks for a knowledgeable question.

If someone tells you that you can't do it then it actually means that they can't do it.

Children dwell in their dreams. Get them the wings and they'll fly.

To teach you need books, to educate you need heart.

With the touch of wisdom, comes the end of fears.

Follow the dreams that your heart visualizes, as what you actually see is just an illusion of temporary contentment.

At the end of the life you have to live your day alone and vice-versa.

Don't just get what you need; achieve what you want.

Right is right, no matter how wrong the time is.

The moment to make your dreams come true is day before tomorrow, same time, called NOW.

Love is deserved, not desired.

Say your heart out.. work that dream out.. for the time won't be back again.

Gentle reminder, Smile please.

I always think it a pity that, fashion having decided that the doings of the aristocracy are no longer a proper subject for serious fiction, Roy, always keenly sensitive to the tendency of the age, should in his later novels have confined himself to the spiritual, conflicts of solicitors, chartered accountants, and produce brokers. He does not move in these circles with his old assurance.

The best way to check what you want is to first imagine that you have nothing and then check if the thing you want really matters to you. Your priorities would change; your wishes would change for sure.

If you are the drama, I would like to be your script for life.

Last love lives long lost life.

Sometimes being with yourself is best company.

Expectations hurt, be it sorry, be it thank you.

See the world from another perspective and things would be simple.

You are the ONE.. I want to be with.. FOREVER. I am the one.. who'll be CRAZY.. for YOU.. FOREVER. What LOVE is to me.. being CRAZY for YOU.. FOREVER.

Excess of everything is worst; even if it is best otherwise.

I'll always wait for you. Bye! Gotta go.

The emptiness that fills in when once-the-beloved says, "Who are you?

In depression, buy gas balloons; they would make you feel lighter.

Let your feelings dream, dreams act, actions speak.

VALENTINE'S DAY POEM: What earth is to sky.. on the horizon.. What moon is to night.. no matter start studded ocean! What Love is to life.. above all give and take.. that you are to me.. a rhythm that soulful music would make! * Let's surrender to each other.. for a dream to be woven together!! You're my weakness and my strength.. wanna live with you till the end!! .. and beyond.. ;)!!! * Even a dent in the universe.. can't express my Love for you! My life is yours forever.. O girl, O girl.. O girl.. you be mine!! Not just for this time.. Everyday beyond.. Valentine, O O my heart, be my.. Valentine!

TEDDY DAY POEM: A bear hug for you, and I would make you forget your sorrows! I’ll be there with you forever, in your today and all tomorrows!! .. The moment I am not there.. Close your eyes and you'll see me.. You're there in my heart, and yours, I always would be; so just be fine! .. O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine.. You're my buddy and I am your teddy.. O sweety, you be my.. Valentine. .. Just be mine.. O O.. be my Valentine!!!

CHOCOLATE DAY POEM: "Chocolate, dark or light.. Makes me smile bright. Chocolate, whether speak or not.. If it’s love, it conveys a lot. But when you’re.. not there with me.. It’s just a piece.. of sugar candy. It’s you, who makes it sweeter.. I love it with you, even if it’s bitter. So be there always.. stay forever.. I can’t think of life.. without you ever. .. O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine.. You are my choco-life.. You be my.. Valentine. .. Just be mine.. O O.. Valentine!!!

Life is like a painting. Imagine it, hit and try drawing with the pencil of first steps, fill in the colors of happiness, correct the mistakes with eraser of love and forgiveness; thus, one dream project is accomplished. Create such masterpieces just like that.

If the Left forms no such alliances, it will never have any effect on the laws of the United States. To form them will require the cultural Left to forget about Baudrillard's account of America as Disneyland--as a county of simulacra--and to start proposing changes in the laws of a real country, inhabited by real people who are enduring unnecessary suffering, much of which can be cured by governmental action. Nothing would do more to resurrect the American Left than agreement on a concrete political platform, a People's Charter, a list of specific reforms. The existence of such a list--endlessly reprinted and debated, equally familiar to professors and production workers, imprinted on the memory both of professional people and of those who clean the professionals' toilets--might revitalize leftist politics.

HUG DAY POEM: Wrap me in your hug.. make me feel happy! Hold me tight and close.. not like a pillow or a teddy!! My heart needs you.. for you touched my soul, believe me things shall go fine. Walk me to my Dreams.. and take me to divine!! My life is yours forever.. O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine. Let the hearts embrace.. Sugar you be my.. Valentine. Just be mine.. O O.. my Valentine!

ROSE DAY POEM: Rose.. if it is.. for the one whom you miss.. and you want to say a lot.. till now that you have not! - Then just go and dare to say.. for that moment is today.. beyond the earth and sky above.. Give it to the one whom you love!! - And sing your heart out.. to the universe aloud.. - O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine.. You are more than this rose to me.. You be my.. Valentine. Just be mine.. O O.. Valentine!!!

The panic was blamed on many factors—tight money, Roosevelt’s Gridiron Club speech attacking the “malefactors of great wealth,” and excessive speculation in copper, mining, and railroad stocks. The immediate weakness arose from the recklessness of the trust companies. In the early 1900s, national and most state-chartered banks couldn’t take trust accounts (wills, estates, and so on) but directed customers to trusts. Traditionally, these had been synonymous with safe investment. By 1907, however, they had exploited enough legal loopholes to become highly speculative. To draw money for risky ventures, they paid exorbitant interest rates, and trust executives operated like stock market plungers. They loaned out so much against stocks and bonds that by October 1907 as much as half the bank loans in New York were backed by securities as collateral—an extremely shaky base for the system. The trusts also didn’t keep the high cash reserves of commercial banks and were vulnerable to sudden runs.

PROPOSE DAY POEM: Austerity.. If.. I were to define.. it’s you.. yoo hoo! - Happiness is what.. that makes me feel divine.. smiling you.. yoo hoo!! - What rose is in flowers.. What moon is in stars.. That you are to me.. You and I will be we.. You’re my life.. I.. I.. You’re my life.. I.. I.. I love you.. yoo hoo I love you.. yoo hoo - O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine.. I love you.. I love you.. I love you.. yoo hoo.. You be my.. Valentine. - Just be mine.. I love you.. O O Valentine!!!

PROMISE DAY POEM: I don't promise that I will bring the moon for you, but.. I shall stand by you in sun! I don't promise that I will not fight with you ever, but.. We shall be together, forever; and distances or differences shall be none!! I don't promise that life will be so easy, and cheesy, but.. when you are with me, I'll make sure it's always fun!!! I just promise one thing; I'll never make you cry, I'll never let you go, so all I need is you to be with me.. Let's make it happen.. and let our destiny shine. My life is yours forever.. .. O girl, O girl, O.. O.. girl.. you be mine.. Love is more than just promises.. Hey honey you be my.. Valentine. Just be mine.. O O.. my Valentine!

McDougall was a certified revolutionary hero, while the Scottish-born cashier, the punctilious and corpulent William Seton, was a Loyalist who had spent the war in the city. In a striking show of bipartisan unity, the most vociferous Sons of Liberty—Marinus Willett, Isaac Sears, and John Lamb—appended their names to the bank’s petition for a state charter. As a triple power at the new bank—a director, the author of its constitution, and its attorney—Hamilton straddled a critical nexus of economic power. One of Hamilton’s motivations in backing the bank was to introduce order into the manic universe of American currency. By the end of the Revolution, it took $167 in continental dollars to buy one dollar’s worth of gold and silver. This worthless currency had been superseded by new paper currency, but the states also issued bills, and large batches of New Jersey and Pennsylvania paper swamped Manhattan. Shopkeepers had to be veritable mathematical wizards to figure out the fluctuating values of the varied bills and coins in circulation. Congress adopted the dollar as the official monetary unit in 1785, but for many years New York shopkeepers still quoted prices in pounds, shillings, and pence. The city was awash with strange foreign coins bearing exotic names: Spanish doubloons, British and French guineas, Prussian carolines, Portuguese moidores. To make matters worse, exchange rates differed from state to state. Hamilton hoped that the Bank of New York would counter all this chaos by issuing its own notes and also listing the current exchange rates for the miscellaneous currencies. Many Americans still regarded banking as a black, unfathomable art, and it was anathema to upstate populists. The Bank of New York was denounced by some as the cat’s-paw of British capitalists. Hamilton’s petition to the state legislature for a bank charter was denied for seven years, as Governor George Clinton succumbed to the prejudices of his agricultural constituents who thought the bank would give preferential treatment to merchants and shut out farmers. Clinton distrusted corporations as shady plots against the populace, foreshadowing the Jeffersonian revulsion against Hamilton’s economic programs. The upshot was that in June 1784 the Bank of New York opened as a private bank without a charter. It occupied the Walton mansion on St. George’s Square (now Pearl Street), a three-story building of yellow brick and brown trim, and three years later it relocated to Hanover Square. It was to house the personal bank accounts of both Alexander Hamilton and John Jay and prove one of Hamilton’s most durable monuments, becoming the oldest stock traded on the New York Stock Exchange.

Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them. Have you ever wondered why, if both the Democrats and Republicans are against deficits, we have deficits? Have you ever wondered why if all politicians are against inflation and high taxes, we have inflation and high taxes? You and I don’t propose a federal budget. The president does. You and I don’t have Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does. You and I don’t write the tax code. Congress does. You and I don’t set fiscal policy. Congress does. You and I don’t control monetary policy. The Federal Reserve Bank does. One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president and nine Supreme Court justices — 545 human beings out of 235 million — are directly, legally, morally and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country. I excused the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered by private central bank. I exclude all of the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don’t care if they offer a politician $1 million in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislators’ responsibility to determine how he votes. Don’t you see the con game that is played on the people by the politicians? Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party. What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of Tip O’Neill, who stood up and criticized Ronald Reagan for creating deficits. The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it. The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating appropriations and taxes. Those 545 people and they alone are responsible. They and they alone should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses — provided they have the gumption to manage their own employees.