William Butler Yeats Quotes
When all is said and done, how do we know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for it has been warmed on our hearths and in our souls, and is ready for the wild bees of truth to hive in it, and make their sweet honey.
William Butler Yeats
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I've lost fights before where I'm landing more punches and I'm moving away from the guy. So, the way that they score things at the end doesn't seem very consistent to me.
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When I was 8 or 9, I started using bulletin board systems, which was the precursor to the Internet, where you'd dial into... a shared system and shared computers. I've had an email address since the late '80s, when I was 8 or 9 years old, and then I got on the Internet in '93 when it was first starting out.
Aaron Patzer
My sisters are amazing. My sister is my business partner, my twin. She's an amazing producer, writer. You know, we're just grinding and trying to make my mother proud as well as God.
Tasha Smith
Spare no expense to save money on this one.
Samuel Goldwyn
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Kate McKinnon
To be honest, I think that I am a bit of a singer, coming from Wales; being Welsh, we are all very proud of our singing heritage.
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Archimedes will be remembered when Aeschylus is forgotten, because languages die and mathematical ideas do not.
G. H. Hardy
Oh, Mrs. Churchill, do come over, someone has killed father.
Lizzie Andrew Borden
I do not want to pour out my heart to the world. I am cautious of what I say and to whom.
Kristin Scott Thomas
Nothing, it is true, is more common than for both Science and Art to pay homage to the spirit of the age, and for creative taste to accept the law of critical taste.
Friedrich Schiller
The soul is healed by being with children. --Fyodor Dostoyevsky
William P. Young
When all is said and done, how do we know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth? for it has been warmed on our hearths and in our souls, and is ready for the wild bees of truth to hive in it, and make their sweet honey.
William Butler Yeats