Wallace Stevens Quotes
Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings Of those white elders; but, escaping, Left only Death's ironic scraping. Now, in its immortality, it plays On the clear viol of her memory, And makes a constant sacrament of praise.
Wallace Stevens
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The fact is that surveys which media people openly admit to show that fewer than twelve percent of their customers believe they're doing a good job, while the average profit margin in television is in the neighborhood of eighty percent.
L. Neil Smith
I'm a plodder, one foot in front of the other. Life is all about understanding that anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. And it's your ability with how you deal with that adversity that ultimately affects your success.
Gary Johnson
I've been on a tweeting mission.
Gabby Douglas
In New Hampshire, we know that small businesses and entrepreneurs are the engines of economic growth in the 21st-century economy, and our state has long been defined by the entrepreneurial spirit of our people.
Maggie Hassan
I live in England, so I take a lot of trains, and you can't really go anywhere without somebody talking on their mobile phone behind you, forcing you to listen to their conversation. With the Internet, with texting, with networking sites, there's already information everywhere.
Patrick Ness
I don't get hung up on weight.
Jack Black
We must make the government accept that at a time when we are expected to look ahead, we cannot afford to start discriminating against our own people in the name of 'ethos.'
Kapil Sibal
You make due with the time you have here. Hopefully when you pass on, somebody can look back and say, 'Wow, they made a difference in some kind of way.'
Martin Lawrence
I have an obsession for quality. I work for my guests, not to obtain Michelin stars.
Alain Ducasse
Making music has saved my life.
Alice Ripley
I have only one curiosity left: death.
Coco Chanel
Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings Of those white elders; but, escaping, Left only Death's ironic scraping. Now, in its immortality, it plays On the clear viol of her memory, And makes a constant sacrament of praise.
Wallace Stevens