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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Our pluralist society must provide its citizens with the tools to understand religions, their symbols and their practices.
Tariq Ramadan
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 interest in desperation lies only in that sometimes I find myself having become desperate. Very seldom do I start out that way. I can see of course that, in the abstract, thinking and all activity is rather desperate.
Willem de Kooning
Everybody knows that L.A. is known for its addiction to the single-passenger automobile, the gridlock, the congestion on the freeways.
Antonio Villaraigosa
I used to be six foot four. Now that I'm old, I slouch. So, I'm six foot three.
Jack Palance
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