Stephen Fry Quotes
Life, that can shower you with so much splendour, is unremittingly cruel to those who have given up.
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Language should fulfill your individual existence as a wholesome human being... Language should be more than just getting by.
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One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.
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I never considered myself an Americana artist, but I'm a huge fan of old-time music from the States, the recordings that were made in the '20s and '30s. Trying to chase down the exact stylistic trappings of that stuff always felt like a dead end. That spirit of directness and economy, but also the poetic pungency of the writing and almost ugly, or raw, performance - all that seemed like the real message. I've just tried to somehow stay true to that feeling.
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In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.
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Let us defend the home as a place which is second only to the temple in holiness.
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The little I know of it has not served to raise my opinion of what is vulgarly called the Monied Interest; I mean, that blood-sucker, that muckworm, that calls itself the friend of government.
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The sense of duty pursues us ever.
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Sex is the great equalizer.
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The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name.
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When we build, let us think that we build forever. Let it not be for present delight nor for our use alone. Let it be such work as our descendants will look upon with praise and thanksgiving in their hearts.
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He never once has made any emphasis on his last home game or his last game. It's just been status quo.
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Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.
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You’re kind of a psycho. I get that.” “I might be,” Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. “You’re one smart little freak. Now run away, smart little freak, before I change my mind and stick you in one of these old suitcases for some architect to find a hundred years from now.” Claire blinked. “Archaeologist.” Monica’s eyes turned winter cold. “Oh, you’d better start running away now.
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To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—
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It is the holiness of our Lord's heart that fills the New Testament full and makes it the unparalleled and unapproachable Book that it is.
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Life, that can shower you with so much splendour, is unremittingly cruel to those who have given up.
