William Mackergo Taylor Quotes
We can set our deeds to the music of a grateful heart, and seek to round our lives into a hymn — the melody of which will be recognized by all who come in contact with us, and the power of which shall not be evanescent, like the voice of the singer, but perennial, like the music of the spheres.
William Mackergo Taylor
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Marching thus at night, a battalion is doubly impressive. The silent monster is full of restrained power; resolute in its onward sweep, impervious to danger, it looks a menacing engine of destruction, steady to its goal, and certain of its mission.
Patrick MacGill
I think Russian people are learning that democracy is not an alien thing; it's not a western invention.
Garry Kasparov
Daniel Ellsberg showed tremendous courage back in the '70s.
Barton Gellman
The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.
Ogden Nash
I'd like to help educate kids about the Major Leagues - what to anticipate, what to expect, what they'll need to do to prepare themselves.
Barry Bonds
I developed the habit of writing novels behind a closed door, or at my uncle's, on the dining table.
Patrick White
Tattoo. What a loaded word it is, rife with associations to goons, goofs, bikers, tribal warriors, carnival artists, drunken sailors and floozies.
John Roy Anderson
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No money on earth can buy the love and affection that has been given to me by a grateful nation.
Abdul Qadeer Khan
I am deeply grateful to the President and to my country. ... To come from Cincinnati, Ohio, for God's sake, then to go to Hollywood, and to get this kind of tribute from my country. ... I love this country so much.
Doris Day
We can set our deeds to the music of a grateful heart, and seek to round our lives into a hymn — the melody of which will be recognized by all who come in contact with us, and the power of which shall not be evanescent, like the voice of the singer, but perennial, like the music of the spheres.
William Mackergo Taylor