Mark Twain Quotes
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I would not attack the faith of a heathen without being sure I had a better one to put in its place.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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My only fantasy about writing was that in my old days, after directing many masterpieces, I would write my memoirs.
Manuel Puig
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Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge.
Isaac Bashevis Singer
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Changing the DNA of a large, multilateral organization such as the United Nations to deal effectively with modern threats is not easy. Indeed, when the United Nations was created in the wake of World War II, threats came almost exclusively from one state carrying out acts of aggression against another.
Samantha Power
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I read for the 'ah-ha's,' the information that makes a light bulb go off in my mind. I want to put information in my mind that is going to be the most beneficial to me, my family and my fellow man - financially, morally, spiritually, and emotionally.
Zig Ziglar
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We're not aware of fame itself, we're not that kind of band.
Ed O'Brien
Radiohead
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Birth, life, death is a cycle. And they're all beautiful, you celebrate all of them. Animals do grieve, but they move on. That's the lesson behind animals.
Cesar Millan
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I am not someone who believes I am going to find a historical scoop.
Antony Beevor
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I've wanted to win at everything, every day, since I was a kid. And time doesn't change a person, it just helps you get a handle on who you are. Even at age 41, I still hate losing--I'm just more gracious about it. I'm also aware that setbacks have an upside; they fuel new dreams.
Dara Torres
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And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
Virginia Woolf
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I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain. In the desert you can remember your name 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.
Dewey Bunnell
America
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This poor little one-horse town.
Mark Twain