A Quote by Jerry Seinfeld

The peak of being a fan is a hotdog and a beer and a seat at the game. There's nothing above that. Nothing above it. — © Jerry Seinfeld
The peak of being a fan is a hotdog and a beer and a seat at the game. There's nothing above that. Nothing above it.
To be wise was to be above joy and sorrow, fear and pity, ambition and humiliation. It was to hate nothing and to love nothing, and above all to be utterly indifferent to the love and hate of others.
Nothing is sweeter than love, nothing more courageous, nothing higher, nothing wider, nothing more pleasant, nothing fuller nor better in heaven and earth; because love is born of God, and cannot rest but in God, above all created things.
Nothing seems too high or low for the humorist; he is above honor, above faith, preserving sense in religion and sanity in life.
I think nothing is religion which puts one individual absolutely above others, and surely nothing is religion which puts one sex above another.
Philosophy may raise us above grandeur, but nothing can elevate us above the ennui which accompanies it.
Desire nothing except desirelessness. Hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes. Want nothing and you will have everything.
I balked at nothing, I was above nothing. Everything had something to teach me.
Nothing is insignificant in the history of a young community, and - above all - nothing seems impossible.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, was above corruption so long as human beings were involved.
Like the mind-set that places men above women, whites above blacks, and rich above poor, the mentality that places humans above nature is a dysfunctional delusion.
There is nothing training can't cannot do. Nothing is above its reach.
Nothing but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars... God, if you wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars!
My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples, some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death.
I mean, in a way, Obama's standing above the country, above — above the world, he's sort of God.
Of nothing comes nothing: springs rise not above Their source in the far-hidden heart of the mountains: Whence then have descended the Wisdom and Love That in man leap to light in intelligent fountains?
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