John Keats Quotes
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth.Tasting of Flora and the country green,Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!O for a beaker full of the warm South,Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,And purple-stained mouth.
John Keats
Quotes to Explore
Great works are performed not by strength but by perseverance.
Samuel Johnson
Too often we're happy to receive thanks from the nonprofits we fund, accepting gratitude instead of feedback or performance measurements.
Laura Arrillaga-Andreessen
Most people have never learned that one of the main aims in life is to enjoy it.
Samuel Butler
Occupy yourself in beholding and bewailing your own imperfections rather than contemplating the imperfections of others.
Saint Ignatius
As an athlete, I understood the value of my health insurance. I knew that in my profession, injuries were common and could happen at any time.
Magic Johnson
All my life, I heard, 'Stop daydreaming,' 'Get over yourself,' 'You'll never get there,' 'Aim lower,' 'You'll hurt yourself,' from teachers, family, and friends.
Xavier Dolan
I'm an environmentalist; I recycle.
Kyrsten Sinema
Scale is very, very important, like the scale of a person is very important. It's to do with the size of our space, the fact they are big sculptures, they are still human scale.
Anthony Caro
The world is full of vulgar Purists, who bring discredit on all selection by the silliness of their choice; and this the more, because the very becoming a Purist is commonly indicative of some slight degree of weakness, readiness to be offended, or narrowness of understanding of the ends of things.
John Ruskin
I was more than just a moody artist.
Richard Lewis Springthorpe
I don't want any injustice brought against the bullies. Bullies just don't know any better. Anyone who is crying about police brutality or victimization as an adult needs to stop it and realize the privileges we have in this country.
Ariel Pink
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth.Tasting of Flora and the country green,Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!O for a beaker full of the warm South,Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,And purple-stained mouth.
John Keats
