Francis Bacon Quotes
A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green.
Francis Bacon
Quotes to Explore
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As an author, I really hate a reader like me. There's no loyalty.
Gayle Forman
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We're looking to help our guitar buddies do their thing while at the same time we try to create something we might enjoy listening to ourselves. If anything we are trying to develop a vocabulary so we can converse more fluidly.
Pat Mastelotto
Mr. Mister
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Yoghurt cuts sweetness and richness, tempers spice, and makes a dish sing.
Yotam Ottolenghi
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When I saw Wonder Woman being constantly put in positions where she'd get tied up with her own rope, or held hostage, even as a kid, my reaction was 'C'mon, she's too smart for that.'
J. Michael Straczynski
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Street protests in Saudi Arabia might warm our hearts, but they could easily lead to $250 a barrel oil and a global recession.
Fareed Zakaria
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I just work out hard enough that, if I'm craving something, I eat it and know I'm going to burn it off the next day with extra intensity.
Karl Malone
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Oofy, thinking of the tenner he had given Freddie, writhed like an electric fan.
P. G. Wodehouse
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I believe in American exceptionalism, just as I suspect that the Brits believe in British exceptionalism and the Greeks believe in Greek exceptionalism.
Barack Obama
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I read a lot of science fiction and biography - these are my two favorite genres. My favorite science fiction writers are Hertling, Suarez, Gibson and Stephenson, but I enjoy many others. I dislike reading business books, although I skim a lot of them.
Brad Feld
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The leaf that spreads in the sunlight is the only holiness there is. I haven’t found holiness in the faiths of mortals, nor in their music, nor in their dreams: it’s out in the open field, with the green rows looking at the sky. I don’t know what it is, this holiness: but it’s there, and it looks at the sky.
Kage Baker
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I walk unseenOn the dry smooth-shaven green,To behold the wandering moon,Riding near her highest noon,Like one that had been led astrayThrough the heav'n's wide pathless way,And oft, as if her head she bowed,Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
John Milton
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A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green.
Francis Bacon
