Walt Whitman Quotes
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree toad is a chef-d'oeurve for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels!
Walt Whitman
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M. J. Rose
In my last year of school, I was voted Class Optimist and Class Pessimist. Looking back, I realize I was only half right.
Jack Nicholson
The beauty of jazz is that it's malleable. People are addressing it to suit their own personalities.
Pat Metheny
When I first started out in the industry, I was 12 or whatever, and I wanted to be on something so bad, and I didn't know what I was going to be on. At the time, I was in school, and I was working on drama and theatrical stuff, so I never thought that I'd end up going to comedy.
Zendaya
It is always challenging bowling abroad - you don't get much spin, bounce. You do get bounce, but you don't get sideways spin. It is always drifting kind of spin you get.
Harbhajan Singh
Brains, you see, vary a lot from person to person - they vary as much as faces do.
Sam Kean
Do your duty and leave the rest to heaven.
Pierre Corneille
Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.
William Shakespeare
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue
William Shakespeare
I wake up and fall in love with you like that day at the bakery.
Fábio Moon
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree toad is a chef-d'oeurve for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels!
Walt Whitman
