William Penn Quotes
Quotes to Explore
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My father was born in Newark, New Jersey, and my mother was born in Philadelphia. They both went to Stanford for grad school and met there.
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As much as you may want to, you can't control what other people say or do; you can only control yourself.
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Simplicity is the glory of expression.
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People always used to say to me, 'Don't you want your own show? That'd be so cool if you had your own show.' I said, 'You know, it's not gonna happen. So – no.'
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It is not materialism that is the chief curse of the world, as pastors teach, but idealism. Men get into trouble by taking their visions and hallucinations too seriously.
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We thought: we're poor, we have nothing, but when we started losing one after the other so each day became remembrance day, we started composing poems about God's great generosity and - our former riches.
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His decision to study the law had got him as far as hiring Twelve Angry Men from a video shop.
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I really believe that if you're going to bring a child into the world, it's your job to parent that world. Especially if it's just you; you don't pawn her off on somebody.
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We recognized that for our future, and for the way the customer was now shopping, we had to have one point of view. All roads lead back to the customer.
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It was so quiet, you could hear a pun drop.
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The story of Ilium, the ancient city of Troy, has always gripped me.
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It's a really important thing for Aboriginal people to remember how stories are told and the power of stories, and make it an important feature in our world again.
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Howard Stern was the only one that was able to get through to me.
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I am comfortable with my body and embrace who I am. I love to work it.
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I'm a true believer in prayer, a big believer in prayer.
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leisure is an attitude of mind, not simply remission of work.
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Maybe there is another who sees life not as a flickering candle but as a torch that can illuminate an undiscovered world.
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Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.
