Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, - Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, - mud from a muddy spring, - Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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It's so important your customer can rely on you for your classics.
L'Wren Scott
Ironically, I find it harder to get a foothold in Australia than I do in the U.S. When I was in Australia, I struggled. It can be a bit of a closed shop; it can be hard for a newcomer to break in, whereas in the U.S., it has much more of an open-door policy, and they will give anyone a shot.
Tanc Sade
Allow children to be happy in their own way, for what better way will they find?
Samuel Johnson
The safest and most suitable form of penance seems to be that which causes pain in the flesh but does not penetrate to the bones, that is, which causes suffering but not sickness.
Saint Ignatius
I have an irregular heartbeat, so that means a fair amount of medication - and I have blood pressure pills, too, but no vitamins or supplements.
Maeve Binchy
A subtle thought that is in error may yet give rise to fruitful inquiry that can establish truths of great value.
Isaac Asimov
I don't believe in hostile moves. I don't believe they carry any value.
Carlos Ghosn
I definitely want to be a mum. Lots of my friends are having babies, but I don't know quite when to do it. My mum says, 'There's never a right time; you've just got to get on with it'.
Amy Nuttall
I wish I could shut up, but I can't, and I won't.
Desmond Tutu
The good lawyer is the great salesman.
Janet Reno
I don't - I don't like that style, myself. I never did like Elvis's singing, but there was millions that did.
Ralph Stanley
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, - Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, - mud from a muddy spring, - Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.
Percy Bysshe Shelley