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
At the time of the Revolution, dogs howled day and night all over Russia.
Andrei Platonov
There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.
Pir Vilayat Khan
My gifts to causes in which I believe have almost always been anonymous.
Maryanne Trump Barry
He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune, for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief. Certainly the best works and of greatest merit for the public have proceeded from the unmarried or childless men, which both in affection and means have married and endowed the public. He was reputed one of the wise men that made answer to the question, when a man should marry. A young man not yet, an elder man not at all.
Francis Bacon
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