George Chapman Quotes
Great goddess, to whose throne in Cynthian fires,This earthly altar endless fumes expires;Therefore, in fumes of sighs and fires of grief,To fearful chances thou send'st bold relief,Happy, thrice happy type, and nurse of death,Who, breathless, feeds on nothing but our breath,In whom must virtue and her issue live,Or die for ever.
George Chapman
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Frankly, I don't understand the monthly magazines that continue to publish news that is two months old and which has already been reported on ad nauseam online, including on their own websites.
Imran Amed
I live in a rural part of Virginia surrounded by farms and farmers.
Barbara Kingsolver
I guess the reality is, everybody today has so many gadgets.
Barbara Broccoli
I started working professionally as soon as I could, doing weddings and things like that in high school, while everyone else was having keg parties. I just felt destined to do it and really committed and driven; it was something that just felt right all my life.
Idina Menzel
The service of philosophy, of speculative culture, towards the human spirit, is to rouse, to startle it to a life of constant and eager observation.
Walter Pater
In the end, abortion is an issue of fundamental human rights. To force women to undergo pregnancy and childbirth against their will is to deprive them of the right to make basic decisions about their lives and well-being, and to give that power to the state.
Katha Pollitt
Everyone is innocent unless proven otherwise.
Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva
Bounty always receives part of its value from the manner in which it is bestowed.
Samuel Johnson
All through my life, I have never disguised my sentiments about politics in general.
Walter Cronkite
I've never said I'm a communist.
John Joseph Lydon
Great goddess, to whose throne in Cynthian fires,This earthly altar endless fumes expires;Therefore, in fumes of sighs and fires of grief,To fearful chances thou send'st bold relief,Happy, thrice happy type, and nurse of death,Who, breathless, feeds on nothing but our breath,In whom must virtue and her issue live,Or die for ever.
George Chapman