George Eliot Quotes
Truth is the precious harvest of the earth. But once, when harvest waved upon a land, The noisome cankerworm and caterpillar, Locusts, and all the swarming foul-born broods, Fastened upon it with swift, greedy jaws, And turned the harvest into pestilence, Until men said, What profits it to sow?
George Eliot
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There is no diplomacy like candor.
E. V. Lucas
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Callie Khouri
In our local Baptist church, I sang in the choir and formed a gospel quartet. When our minister caught me messing with his guitar, he taught me three positions – one, four and five. After that, I taught myself to play.
B. B. King
We need to move past blame and make sure we are delivering care to our veterans.
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The crisis of black politics can only be resolved through the development of multiclass, multiracial, progressive political structures.
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For centuries, the Muslims were able to co-exist perfectly well with Jews and Christians in the Middle East.
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Price is nothing when it comes to fashion. It's all about the style.
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No people are so easy to govern as the intelligent, and none are so hard to govern as the ignorant.
Henry Ward Beecher
Truth is the precious harvest of the earth. But once, when harvest waved upon a land, The noisome cankerworm and caterpillar, Locusts, and all the swarming foul-born broods, Fastened upon it with swift, greedy jaws, And turned the harvest into pestilence, Until men said, What profits it to sow?
George Eliot