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
There are actors in this town who made important careers for a long, long period just by taking the parts that Cary Grant turned down.
Louis Jourdan
Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind.
Jack Kerouac
But I sense a fair amount of experience in the room, along with the youth.
Jamie Moyer
Two resources, largely untapped in American organizations, are potential information and employee creativity
William Hunter
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