Peter Medawar Quotes
The bells which toll for mankind are-most of them, anyway-like the bells of Alpine cattle; they are attached to our own necks, and it must be our fault if they do not make a cheerful and harmonious sound.
Peter Medawar
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Money is everywhere but so is poetry. What we lack are the poets.
Federico Fellini
I ignore polling as a method of government. I think that shows a certain weakness of mind - an inability to chart a course whichever way the wind blows, whichever way the media encourages the people to go, you follow. If you can't force or are unwilling to force your people to follow you, with or without threats, you are not a leader.
Lee Kuan Yew
Love's whole world on us doth wheel.
Andrew Marvell
I used to be a window cleaner. I got fired because I sometimes liked to drink the soapy water.
Jamelia
I've had a bris, was Bar Mitzvahed and, on occasion, have referred to a temple as a shul. I've never denied it, nor have I disguised it. I am, indeed, a Jew.
Alan Zweibel
A fire in a forest is alive with terror and power.
Matthew Desmond
Mozart wrote so many works in his thirty-five years that it would take a lifetime just to write out the notes. We literally do not know how he did it.
Lukas Foss
One of the grandest figures that ever frequented Eastern Yorkshire was William Smith, the distinguished Father of English Geology. My boyish reminiscence of the old engineer, as he sketched a triangle on the flags of our yard, and taught me how to measure it, is very vivid. The drab knee-breeches and grey worsted stockings, the deep waistcoat, with its pockets well furnished with snuff-of which ample quantities continually disappeared within the finely chiselled nostril-and the dark coat with its rounded outline and somewhat quakerish cut, are all clearly present to my memory.
William Crawford Williamson
I don't recommend skipping college, but things have worked out for me.
Brian Stokes Mitchell
I hated Long Island, and I had to get out.
Peggy Lipton
The bells which toll for mankind are-most of them, anyway-like the bells of Alpine cattle; they are attached to our own necks, and it must be our fault if they do not make a cheerful and harmonious sound.
Peter Medawar