Stevie Smith Quotes
It is the privilege of the rich To waste the time of the poor To water with tears in secret A tree that grows in secret That bears fruit in secret That ripened falls to the ground in secret And manures the parent tree Oh the wicked tree of hatred and the secret The sap rising and the tears falling.
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I wish my school days could have dragged on a little longer, or that I could go back and do it later in life.
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When I first decided to launch a clothing line, I was pregnant with my daughter Spencer-Margaret, so I looked for a retailer with values that mirrored my own growing family concerns. Kmart is a family store where value-conscious moms shop, so my partnership with Kmart seemed like a natural fit.
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I love people who break boundaries and always create something new and fresh.
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We've got 942 friends on Facebook, but when was the last time we spent an afternoon sitting in High Park with one of them?
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All I have to do to continue to make things work is make great records, and that's more important than having a crazy master plan.
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The writing part of my life never changes, because that's just when the inspiration comes.
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When we examine the opinions of men, we find that nothing is more uncommon than common sense; or, in other words, they lack judgment to discover plain truths or to reject absurdities and palpable contradictions.
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The trouble with most comedians who try to do satire is that they are essentially brash, noisy and indelicate people who have to use a sledge hammer to smash a butterfly.
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Is it possible for us to witness a world without America and Zionism? You should know that this slogan, this goal, can certainly be achieved.
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No amount of money today could possibly give me the thrill that first $400 check gave me. My first story was entitled, 'Dejah Thoris, Princess of Mars.' Metcalf changed it to 'Under the Moons of Mars.' It was later published in book form as A Princess of Mars.
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Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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There's also a dark vein of intolerance in some parts of the party. What do I mean by that? What I mean by that is they still sort of look down on minorities.
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And the body of a dead youthLies stretched upon the groundUpon the filthy pavementsNo reason can be foundBlack day in July
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My husband is a martial artist, and he thinks it's hilarious that I have a stage-fighting-proficiency certificate. He thinks that's ridiculous. Can't say I've used it much.
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I've learned that I can still be loved if I perform well, and I learned that from the broken brilliance of Matt Hardy.
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I would say 'woman' used to be a noun, and now it is a noun and also an adjective. And words change their functions in that way. It's one of the most common phenomena about words. They start as one thing, and they end up as something else.
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We have been restraining the growth of the cost of education-that is, tuition, room and board-to be within approximately one and a half percentage points of the consumer price index.
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When you get out of school, you just go where the wind blows: Here's an audition; there's an audition. And before you know it, you're where you're supposed to be. And that was Second City.
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I do not mourn the death of the printed letter in a snobby, East Coast, patrician way - 'Where have our manners gone?' - but because I love objects, I love paper, and I love something that I can hold to my chest for a moment. Still, I bear no grudge against the e-mail form itself.
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Kids know me from their Grease DVD, so they instantly respond. You can hear a pin drop when I do my old songs.
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The beauty of voice-over work is that maybe you come in and record once every two weeks for a couple of hours and do a couple episodes a session. It's awesome! You spend an afternoon playing in the booth, and there you have it. It doesn't interfere with much.
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I want a campfire box.
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It's just endless what you can learn from a single work of art. You can fill up the crevices of your life, the cracks of your life, the places where the mortar comes out and falls away-you can fill it up with the love of art.
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It is the privilege of the rich To waste the time of the poor To water with tears in secret A tree that grows in secret That bears fruit in secret That ripened falls to the ground in secret And manures the parent tree Oh the wicked tree of hatred and the secret The sap rising and the tears falling.
