Octave Mirbeau Quotes
As soon as I find myself in the presence of a rich man, I cannot help looking upon him as an exceptional and beautiful being, as a sort of marvellous divinity, and, in spite of myself, surmounting my will and my reason, I feel rising, from the depths of my being, toward this rich man, who is very often an imbecile, and sometimes a murderer, something like an incense of admiration. Is it not stupid? And why? Why?
Octave Mirbeau
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Valerie Harper
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Dan Quayle
Son, give 'em a good show, and always travel first class.
Walter Huston
The crisis of black politics can only be resolved through the development of multiclass, multiracial, progressive political structures.
Manning Marable
It is true that when there's a drone attack, those - that the - the terrorists are killed, it's true. But 500 and 5,000 more people rises against it, and more terrorism occurs, and more - more bomb blasts occurs.
Malala Yousafzai
There's no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.
E. B. White
So I'm very grateful for everything that has happened in my life.
Alice Barrett
After Hiram Bingham built the first church on Oahu the student recalls, "When it was completed some of the natives said among themselves, 'That house of worship built by the haoles is a place in which they will pray us all to death. It is meant to kill us."
Sarah Vowell
Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
D. H. Lawrence
Man's task is to become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious.
Carl Jung
Books are humanity in print.
Barbara Tuchman
As soon as I find myself in the presence of a rich man, I cannot help looking upon him as an exceptional and beautiful being, as a sort of marvellous divinity, and, in spite of myself, surmounting my will and my reason, I feel rising, from the depths of my being, toward this rich man, who is very often an imbecile, and sometimes a murderer, something like an incense of admiration. Is it not stupid? And why? Why?
Octave Mirbeau
