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 came up almost completely through the subsidised theatre. I have never been absolutely at the market interface, where I've got to sell my wares or die - I've always been protected from that.
Harriet Walter
The corporate system dictates what gets made, and the movies are so bad because of the economic structure of Hollywood. The big business takeover of Hollywood is at fault rather than American storytellers - it's what keeps textured movies from getting made.
James Gray
It's easier to rip somebody to shreds while you're making them laugh.
Wanda Sykes
The errors which arise from the absence of facts are far more numerous and more durable than those which result from unsound reasoning respecting true data.
Charles Babbage
I started playing music at a pretty young age.
Duncan Sheik
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
