William Wordsworth Quotes
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.
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We lived in Atlanta for a couple of years, and had a lot of fun, but my best work happens when I isolate myself. It's all about turning inward.
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I really found this campaign odious. I couldn't get up for it. The quality of the candidates and the campaign, I just found the whole thing second-rate. I didn't know how to explain to my granddaughter that I was spending my dotage writing about Al Gore and George W. Bush.
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We are so Post-Modern that we don't realize how Post-Modern we are anymore.
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Twenty20 is cricket on speed. In an era of hectic lifestyles and falling attention spans, it gives spectators more drama and intensity in three hours that they would get from a whole-day match. And even though it is a heady cocktail of money, entertainment and media, at its core it is cricket.
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'A living dog is better than a dead lion.' Judge Douglas, if not a dead lion for this work, is at least a caged and toothless one. How can he oppose the advances of slavery? He don't care anything about it.
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In our society, the sound of men complaining is like nails on a chalkboard.
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Clearly, border security has been the top domestic issue of the year, and rightly so. Securing our borders is an essential aspect of our national security.
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Well, I'm a professional.
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One of the greatest lessons of my own life was learning to turn the inner rampage of hatred and anger toward my own father for his reprehensible behavior and abandonment of his family into an inner reaction more closely aligned with God and God-realized love.
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The world is like a grand staircase, some are going up and some are going down.
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Transcendental meditation is something that can be defined as a means to do what one wants to do in a better way, a right way, for maximum results.
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The crew, like all Italian crews, was generous, warm, and enthusiastic.
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I love coming to India, and I find the people out here very warm and social as compared to people in the U.S.
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To a great experience one thing is essential - an experiencing nature.
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You don’t know how to handle anything today, because you have to go to jail to get some press or fall down drunk.
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The eye which turns from a white object in the light of the sun and goes into a less fully lighted place will see everything as dark.
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The survivors lay quietly in that cratered void and watched the whitehot stars go rifling down the dark. Or slept with their alien hearts beating in the sand like pilgrims exhausted upon the face of the planet Anareta, clutched to a namelessness wheeling in the night.
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The sneaking arts of underling tradesmen are thus erected into political maxims for the conduct of a great empire; for it is the most underling tradesmen only who make it a rule to employ chiefly their own customers. A great trader purchases his good always where they are cheapest and best, without regard to any little interest of this kind.
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It's good to wander into the studio and walk out with something that's better than you'd imagined it to be. If everything was as you imagined it to be, it just wouldn't be as much fun.
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Sonny and another Hells Angel who was at the meeting thought they were beyond a little patch so they headed down to a local tattoo shop in Oakland and were the first to get the famous One Percent tattoos.
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But the body fails us and the mirror knows, and we no longer insist that the gray hush be carried off its surface by the cloth, for we have run to fat, and wrinkles encircle the eyes and notch the neck where the skin wattles, and the flesh of the arms hangs loose like an overlarge sleeve, veins thicken like ropes and empurple the body as though they had been drawn there by a pen, freckles darken, liver spots appear, the hairah, the hair is exhausted and gray and lusterless, in weary rolls like cornered lint.
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Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is eternal delight.
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The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.
