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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Isaac Asimov
There is no diplomacy like candor.
E. V. Lucas
I think this happens to a lot of people, men and women, where you reach a point in your life and all of a sudden realize that things have changed. You suddenly realize that people are coming up behind you, that maybe somebody might want to replace you for less money.
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.
Ted Deutch
The crisis of black politics can only be resolved through the development of multiclass, multiracial, progressive political structures.
Manning Marable
The individual who refuses to defend his rights when called by his Government, deserves to be a slave, and must be punished as an enemy of his country and friend to her foe.
Andrew Jackson
I am itching like hell to play America because I know that if I did the show over there, they would love it.
Bonnie Tyler
I think I would find being in Hollywood intense if I had more of a social life, but all I do is stay indoors with my sister and play with our puppy, watch movies.
Margaret Qualley
As a rule it is circumstances that make men.
Napoleon Bonaparte
Children make you want to start life over.
Muhammad Ali
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