William Francis Buckley (William F. Buckley, Jr.) Quotes
The superstition that the hounds of truth will rout the vermin of error seems, like a fragment of Victorian lace, quaint, but too brittle to be lifted out of the showcase.
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Being famous was extremely disappointing for me. When I became famous it was a complete drag and it is still a complete drag.
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The wealthiest Americans often live as though they and their children had nothing to gain from investments in education, infrastructure, clean-energy, and scientific research.
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You should have certainty in what you do. Anyone who has done anything in this world was hated. If you're not hated, you've done nothing.
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I am in a charity out there to stop violence against women.
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It is one thing to fall victim to the flood or to fall prey to cancer; it is another thing to fall into the hands of the living God.
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Keep your mind open to change all the time. Welcome it. Court it. It is only by examining and reexamining your opinions and ideas that you can progress.
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I'm a dweller of the threshold and I'm waiting at the door, and I'm standing in the darkness, I don't want to wait no more.
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We were told we should not pay any attention to John Roberts views and religion and now we are told that opinions and religion do matter. I believe there is a degree of sexism here. . .and ivy league prejudice going on here.
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No more soul-destroying doctrine could well be devised than the doctrine that sinners can regenerate themselves, and repent and believe just when they please.
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When you make mistakes, whether they are from this life or another, learn from them- then they become opportunities
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Life is the best left hooker I ever saw, although some say it was Charlie White of Chicago
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All men, well interrogated, answer well.
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What's your story? It's all in the telling. Stories are compasses and architecture; we navigate by them, and to be without a story is to be lost in the vastness of world that spreads in all directions like arctic tundra or sea ice. To love someone is to put yourself in their place, we say, which is to put yourself in their story, or figure out how to tell yourself their story. Which means that a place is a story, and stories are geography, and empathy is first of all an act of imagination, a storyteller's art, and then a way of traveling from here to there.
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the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.
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The real hell of life is that everyone has his reasons.
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The superstition that the hounds of truth will rout the vermin of error seems, like a fragment of Victorian lace, quaint, but too brittle to be lifted out of the showcase.
