Halford Luccock Quotes
A scientist said, making a plea for exchange scholarships between nations, "The best way to send an idea is to wrap it up in a person." That was what happened at Christmas. The idea of divine love was wrapped up in a person.
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I don't think there was a definite day, but it would have been around my mid-20s. I was always interested in the media side of things. When we travelled with England away, or to World Cups, I used to sit with journos while they wrote their copy.
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I know every line to 'The Little Rascals.'
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If I had foreseen Hiroshima and Nagasaki, I would have torn up my formula in 1905.
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During the campaign [Donald Trump] talked about reaching out to African- American voters in particular. He talked about inner cities in a way that did offend some people. Lot of Democrats. Some African- Americans of saying what have you got to lose.
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Writers don't often say anything that readers don't already know, unless its a news story. A writer's greatest pleasure is revealing to people things they knew but did not know they knew. Or did not realize everyone else knew, too. This produces a warm sense of fellow feeling and is the best a writer can do.
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In the winter, I'm always in Europe. July and September are New Zealand and Chile camps. I'm always on the road.
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My wish isn't to mean everything to everyone but something to someone.
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Even the poor should give something to charity.
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Real love is a cosmic force which goes through us. If we crystallize it, it becomes the greatest power in the world.
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The life of children, as much as that of intemperate men, is wholly governed by their desires.
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The real danger in life is not death, but living an evil life.
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The misunderstanding of passion and reason, as if the latter were an independent entity and not rather a system of relations between various passions and desires; and as if every passion did not possess its quantum of reason.
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Two angels guide The path of man, both aged and yet young. As angels are, ripening through endless years, On one he leans: some call her Memory, And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet, With deep mysterious accords: the other, Floating above, holds down a lamp with streams A light divine and searching on the earth, Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields, Yet clings with loving check, and shines anew, Reflecting all the rays of that bright lamp Our angel Reason holds. We had not walked But for Tradition; we walk evermore To higher paths by brightening Reason's lamp.
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Identity theft is one of the fastest-growing crimes in the nation - especially in the suburbs.
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All craftsmen share a knowledge. They have heldReality down fluttering to a bench.
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A scientist said, making a plea for exchange scholarships between nations, "The best way to send an idea is to wrap it up in a person." That was what happened at Christmas. The idea of divine love was wrapped up in a person.
