William Faulkner Quotes
Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?
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A nation does not create the historians it deserves; the historians are far more likely to create the nation.
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A friend of mine says that perfection is a road, not a destination.
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We knew we were going to be short-handed, being that Chris wasn't playing, and other guys stepped up and played big for us.
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Wherever technology reaches its real fulfillment, it transcends into architecture.
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All of that is constantly operating when you not only learn, but when you recall. But as you recall in a different light, the weights with which something is more probably going to be or not recalled on the next instance, are going to be changed. So you're constantly changing the way, for instance, synapses are going to fire very easily or not so easily.
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The trouble with the average person is that he doesn't trust himself sufficiently to create and deliver ideas.
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The players had bad personal relations, and that's what led to this shameful end. My mistake was not throwing five to six of them off the team. They don't even talk with each other, everyone only looks after his own interest. I've never seen such people before.
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Without God, all of our efforts turn to ashes and our sunrise into the darkest of nights.
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To middle-class parents, the project team may have seemed unfit for children, but it was exactly what I needed.
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On no other ground Can I sow my seed Without tearing up Some stinking weed.
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When I say what I'm reading, this is what I need. I know the ills that plague me.
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Whatever your calling or purpose is, it's your job to feel it. No gift that you have been given was made for yourself.
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Liberty is the only idea which circulates with the human blood, in all ages, in all countries, and in all literature - liberty that is, and what cannot be separated from liberty, a love of country.
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A thorn in the flesh is nothing compared to a thorn in the conscience.
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When the eyes of the flesh are shut, the eyes of the spirit are open.
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Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?
