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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The mob spirit has grown with the increasing intelligence of the Afro-American.
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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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Everyone agrees to that; but when we come to define truth, dissension starts.
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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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Put simply, if an interface is poorly designed, I will not see the data I looked for, even if it is right there on the page.
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There is a contract between the reader and the writer. The readers give me their hard-earned cash, and I have to entertain them.
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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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We know that in order for us to turn this around, it doesn't matter how many coaches they bring in here, assistants, weight trainers, whoever, we're the ones that are going to have turn it around. And I think just took that responsibility on ourselves.
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I never did a day's work in my life, it was all fun.
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For me there were only two ways on the precipice - either I have to fall in or I have to fall out, to accept or say good-bye. The moment I crossed the precipice, it no longer was a discipline - it became a passion, an urge to pursue. Then I experienced freedom. Freedom comes when the discipline revolutionizes the discipline as a passion for the art.
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The silken rush of woodland waters and the scoured shapes of the desert - these and countless other treasures we owe to those farsighted enough to have preserved the public lands that make up our inheritance.
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What a racially segregated system once taught the young black about living with his inferiority is now taught by a benevolent social welfare system. The difference was that in an earlier age a black parent could fight the competing influences.
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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.
