John Milton Quotes
And that must end us, that must be our cure: To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night Devoid of sense and motion?
John Milton
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They should have a rule: in order to be a sportswriter, you have to have played that sport, at some level; high school, college, junior college, somewhere. Or, you should have had to have been around the game for a long time.
Oscar Robertson
I love to go to casinos with my wife. I play poker, and she's an old-fashioned slot queen. She even has a visor.
Patrick Wilson
My work is focused on using data to tell stories and explore our common humanity.
Aaron Koblin
The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest, savors too much of private interest.
Edmund Waller
There is a healthy fraternal rivalry, but nothing serious and we both have been looking for a project to do together. I guess he may direct me in a project some day.
Mackenzie Astin
You American people worry too much about the China economy. Every time you think China is a problem, we get better, but when you have a high expectation for China, China is always a problem.
Jack Ma
My relationship and the bond with the people in Montreal was kind of special and doesn't happen very often.
Saku Koivu
The proliferation of microgrids in the poorest regions of the developing world, powered by locally generated renewable energy, provides the essential electricity to run 3D printers, which can produce the tools and machinery needed to establish self-sufficient and sustainable twenty-first-century communities.
Jeremy Rifkin
Ah, Lord, if I doubt You, it is perhaps because You hide Yourself so well.
Jack McDevitt
Filling a theatre like the Olympia or Vicar Street on your own name is a very rewarding moment.
Deirdre O'Kane
And that must end us, that must be our cure: To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night Devoid of sense and motion?
John Milton