Josiah Royce Quotes
Men accept without questioning that this world is real and important and worthwhile. This is faith. Philosophy is the ongoing questioning of this faith.
Josiah Royce
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I never had little brothers, so I was totally not used to hearing a lot of cussing at a young age! I learned what 'pull my finger' meant the hard way.
Danica McKellar
I'm proud to be here as a man that has played first base more than anybody in the game of baseball.
Eddie Murray
The more I see of democracy the more I dislike it. It just brings everything down to the mere vulgar level of wages and prices, electric light and water closets, and nothing else.
D. H. Lawrence
Our choices are going to determine the future for our children, our children's children, and their children. I take that responsibility very seriously.
Maggie Q
The countenances of children, like those of animals, are masks, not faces, for they have not yet developed a significant profile of their own.
W. H. Auden
I've never been bashful to say that I'm not really interested in Formula One. When I lived in England, it's all I wanted to do and I thought that anything else would somehow be a compromise to my dreams. But then when I came back to the States, I realised how much I loved being back in the States.
Danica Patrick
Mothers, of course, are all right. They pay a chap's bills and don't bother him. But fathers bother a chap and never pay his bills.
Oscar Wilde
Just trying to buy me some time, then I remembered this magic trick - vocalizes the Inspector Gadget theme song, Go-Go-Gadget-Dick!
Eminem
Veritatem Temporis filiam esse dixit.
Aulus Gellius
One can insult an honest man or an honest woman, but to tell a thief that he is a thief is merely la constation d'un fait The establishing of a fact.
Leo Tolstoy
Mrs. Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her cleanliness more uncomfortable and unacceptable than the dirt itself. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, and some people do the same by religion.
Charles Dickens
Nothing moves except my eyes and my hand occasionally turning a page, and yet something not exactly defined by the word 'text' unfurls, progresses, grows and takes root as I read. But how does this process take place?
Alberto Manguel