William Browne Quotes
But well-a-day, the gardener careless grew, The maids and fairies both were kept away, And in a drought the caterpillars threw Themselves upon the bud and every spray. God shield the stock! if Heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies.
William Browne
Quotes to Explore
If I get involved in a charity, I really want to be a part of it. I don't want to just put my name on your pamphlet.
Nancy Lopez
At first, I found the music I was making really hard to find a home for. I felt like my attitude was really British, but not the actual sounds I was making. Back in 2003, when I made 'Galang,' there were no clubs that had an 'anything and everything' attitude.
M.I.A.
I guess I'm way too kind and generous, and a saint - if you can believe that!
R. L. Stine
I like big thinkers who, no matter how big their vision, can sit down and talk to me about hour-to-hour, day-to-day type stuff they do to move the ball forward.
Paige Craig
Someone once said that you can make the choice between getting old and getting creepy, and I think getting old is the way to go.
Kate Beckinsale
The musical has always been in jeopardy - until - or was in jeopardy until it was realised that it is probably the safest living theatre art form.
Harold Prince
When I was young, I ate Ho Hos every day.
Anne Wojcicki
Prithee don’t screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
Colley Cibber
Greenland is a wonderful country.
Frederik, Crown Prince of Denmark
Death is only an old door Set in a garden wall; On quiet hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call. Along the lintel are green leaves, Beyond, the light lies still; Very weary and willing feet Go over that sill. There is nothing to trouble any heart; Nothing to hurt at all. Death is only an old door In a garden wall.
Nancy Byrd Turner
I need my friends, I need my house, I need my garden.
Miranda Richardson
But well-a-day, the gardener careless grew, The maids and fairies both were kept away, And in a drought the caterpillars threw Themselves upon the bud and every spray. God shield the stock! if Heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies.
William Browne