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
I'm not sure I could write a straight urban fantasy any more than I could write a straight contemporary story. I would end up being intimidated by all the small details.
Anne Bishop
I've got lots of good friends. I could have affairs. I can read a book all night, put the cat on the end of the bed. I can pick up my passport and go to France. I don't have to ask anybody.
Joanna Lumley
Sad is Eros, builder of cities, And weeping anarchic Aphrodite.
W. H. Auden
When I moved to New York in '93, we'd go dancing a lot. That's what kept us in shape, I think.
Pedro Pascal
Put all your soul into it, play the way you feel!
Frederic Chopin
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