Arthur Cleveland Coxe Quotes
Tis the night – the night Of the grave’s delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without, The wild winds shout, But no, it is they – it is they!
Arthur Cleveland Coxe
Quotes to Explore
Coffee and smoking are the last great addictions.
Lara Flynn Boyle
If you love God, you can't hate anything or anyone. If the love one offers is met with hate, it doesn't die, rather it manifests in the form of compassion. That is universal love. It is not just a sentiment. It cannot be manifested merely by a shift in mental disposition. It can only come from inner cleaning, an inner awakening.
Radhanath Swami
I never sell a book. I sell myself. And the way to sell yourself is to be an instrument of love.
Wayne Dyer
Yes, I applied a lot of what I did in football to golf.
Hale Irwin
The more of what our music does violates the premise of its format that it's presented in, the better. So, hearing our music in the supermarket, a Muzak version, is great.
Walter Becker
China Crisis
Our way is straight and clear - the building up of a socialist democracy at home, with freedom and prosperity for all, and the maintenance of world peace and friendship with all nations abroad.
Lal Bahadur Shastri
To repent means to realize that the kind of life we are living is wrong and that we must adopt a completely new set of values. To that end, it involves two things. It involves sorrow for what we have been and it involves the resolve that by the grace of God we will be changed.
William Barclay
If you are trying to think ahead musically, it is not going to help you. It is better to ignore what is happening melodically and just look at the little dots coming at you and the corresponding colors and try to do it at the right time.
Chris Cornell
Audioslave
As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.
Edgar Allan Poe
Here’s to the dayThat wondrous May,A-roaming through the heather,When her little shoesAnd my big boots Were out on the hills together.And here’s to the night Of our delight, That held the stars in tether, When her little shoes And my big boots Were under the bed together.
Bliss Carman
Tis the night – the night Of the grave’s delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without, The wild winds shout, But no, it is they – it is they!
Arthur Cleveland Coxe
