John Milton Quotes
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once moreYe myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,And with forced fingers rudeShatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
John Milton
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Barbara Broccoli
Well, there's no one at all, they do be saying, but is deserving of some punishment from the very minute of his birth.
Lady Gregory
One of the things that people don't realize is that that natural beauty, those recreational forests, they have an economic development impact for the state as well.
Ed Rendell
What am I doing in this silly showbiz life? I do wonder that sometimes.
Saffron Burrows
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Larry the Cable Guy
Breakfast is always the best time for something juicy, sweet and fresh - it just feels like the right way to open the day. There's no right way, though, when it comes to choosing the fruit.
Yotam Ottolenghi
If everybody likes you, you're pretty dull.
Bette Davis
The realities of life do not allow themselves to be forgotten.
Victor Hugo
The greatest danger to the liberal vision are facts about the consequences of liberalism itself and the laws, policies, and ways of life that the left has spawned. That the black family, which survived centuries of slavery and generations of discrimination, has disintegrated in the wake of the liberal welfare states is only one example.
Thomas Sowell
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once moreYe myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,And with forced fingers rudeShatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
John Milton
