William Cowper Quotes
Come, evening, once again, season of peace; Return, sweet evening, and continue long! Methinks I see thee in the streaky west, With matron step, slow moving, while the night Treads on thy sweeping train; one hand employ'd In letting fall the curtain of repose On bird and beast, the other charged for man With sweet oblivion of the cares of day.
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I've always wanted to be in journalism. I even started a course at Loughborough doing media studies. I like all sports, and I am keen on writing. But I thought that while I was still young, I ought to make a real go of it at badminton. So I have put all my focus on playing sport instead of writing about it.
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There's nothing that will change someone's moral outlook quicker than cash in large sums.
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What I'm concerned about is making sure that every single time somebody who grew up with us goes off to a different platform or a different device, we're going to be there with a Univision-branded product of some kind.
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I've never been in a place where winning has hurt the ability to do anything.
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I don't look like a model, but you have to work with what you got.
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None are more taken in by flattery than the proud, who wish to be the first and are not.
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I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else.
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Being called a conscious rapper is quite a compliment. It's a great thing to be. But as an artist, my nature is to not be in a box.
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Music is pretty intimate stuff and I can only work with very few people: Gonzalez being one, Mocky being another and, on a completely different level, Broken Social Scene. With Broken Social Scene it's not one-on-one, it's a one-on-12. It's very healthy, very comfortable, like a big pot luck supper among old friends.
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I want to have an impact on my son.
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The dons of Oxford and Cambridge are too busy educating the young men to be able to teach them anything.
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It is better that one's customers come to one's shop than to have to look for them abroad.
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Women have a lot of... attitudes enforced in us about our sense of attractiveness being bound up in long, flowing, Hollywood kind of hair.
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I love to go to casinos with my wife. I play poker, and she's an old-fashioned slot queen. She even has a visor.
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Conflict is the beginning of consciousness.
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When a man wrote a political screed against the IRS and flew into its building, he was deemed mentally ill, even though it was clearly a political act. There's a double standard, which is: If his name is Muhammad, it's automatically terrorism.
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I'm pretty much a straight guy on 'The Office.' We can't all be crazies. You need some balance.
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I am always attracted to the moments when a person who is associated with a certain message, image or sensibility evolves. I am very interested in how audiences respond to that maturation and absorb the evolution.
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When Edward Gibbon was writing about the fall of the Roman Empire in the late 18th century, he could argue that transportation hadn't changed since ancient times. An imperial messenger on the Roman roads could get from Rome to London even faster in A.D. 100 than in 1750. But by 1850, and even more obviously today, all of that has changed.
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I started reading all these men's magazines, trying to follow all the tips: what you're supposed to wear, what you're supposed to have, things you're supposed to say, and all the exercises you're supposed to do.
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I really wish that I was, like, strong enough to not go online.
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Six hours' sleep for a man, seven for a woman, and eight for a fool.
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In a language known to us, we have substituted the opacity of the sounds with the transparence of the ideas. But a language we donot know is a closed place in which the one we love can deceive us, making us, locked outside and convulsed in our impotence, incapable of seeing or preventing anything.
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Come, evening, once again, season of peace; Return, sweet evening, and continue long! Methinks I see thee in the streaky west, With matron step, slow moving, while the night Treads on thy sweeping train; one hand employ'd In letting fall the curtain of repose On bird and beast, the other charged for man With sweet oblivion of the cares of day.
