John Dryden Quotes
Since ev’ry man who lives is born to die,And none can boast sincere felicity,With equal mind, what happens, let us bear,Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care.Like pilgrims, to th' appointed place we tend;The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
John Dryden
Quotes to Explore
I build community. However, I do it wearing a number of hats.
Cameron Sinclair
Republicans many times can't get the words 'equality of opportunity' out of their mouths. Their lips do not form that way.
Jack Kemp
Most actors can't make any kind of living.
Viggo Mortensen
The combination of olive oil, garlic and lemon juice lifts the spirits in winter.
Yotam Ottolenghi
If I should say anything that is not in conformity with what is held by the Holy Roman Catholic Church, it will be through ignorance and not through malice. This may be taken as certain, and also that, through God's goodness, I am, and shall always be, as I always have been, subject to her.
Saint Teresa of Avila
While children are struggling to be unique, the world around them is trying all means to make them look like everybody else.
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam
Ghostery lets you spy on the spies in your computer. For each web page you visit, this extension uncloaks some - but not all - of the invisible tracking software that is working behind the scenes.
Barton Gellman
We do not just fear our predators, we are transfixed by them. We are prone to weave stories and fables and chat endlessly about them.
Peter Benchley
First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The field of quantum possibility, in which love has opened doors otherwise unimaginable, is our soul's true habitat. The world of fear and limitation is not our home, and who among us is not profoundly weary of hanging out where we do not belong.
Marianne Williamson
I don't write policy for my government.
James Mattis
Since ev’ry man who lives is born to die,And none can boast sincere felicity,With equal mind, what happens, let us bear,Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care.Like pilgrims, to th' appointed place we tend;The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
John Dryden