Edwin Percy Whipple Quotes
No language can fitly express the meanness, the baseness, the brutality, with which the world has ever treated its victims of one age and boasts of the next. Dante is worshipped at that grave to which he was hurried by persecution. Milton, in his own day, was "Mr. Milton, the blind adder, that spit his venom on the king's person"; and soon after, "the mighty orb of song." These absurd transitions from hatred to apotheosis, this recognition just at the moment when it becomes a mockery, saddens all intellectual history.
Edwin Percy Whipple
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I don't need to be motivated by anybody. Never have.
Dan Marino
If there's one thing that I've done on purpose it's to take whatever job, so long as it's interesting and challenging, whether it's theatre, radio, TV or film.
Laura Linney
I wish I'd gone to music school or just started playing in bands sooner.
Rachel Platten
I started out a die-hard New Yorker but really grew to love working in Los Angeles. Even though I originally wanted to do theater, TV presented more opportunities for me, which led me out west.
Becki Newton
I haven't directed a film since 'Appaloosa,' and I've been looking for something because I love the directing thing.
Ed Harris
However, anyone to whom this happens should not leave his room upon awakening, should speak to no-one, but remain alone and sober until everything comes back to him, and he recalls the dream.
Paracelsus
On my fifth film, it was then that I stopped dancing.
Victoria Abril
Fellow citizens:The hour to try your souls and to redeem your pledges has arrived.
Charles Stewart Parnell
All love stories are tales of beginnings. When we talk about falling in love, we go to the beginning, to pinpoint the moment of freefall.
Meghan O'Rourke
I understand that anything actors are doing, good or bad, is motivated by fear.
Baz Luhrmann
But none of that matters. When I see you, I remember that you made me want to drown rather than be myself.
Courtney Milan
No language can fitly express the meanness, the baseness, the brutality, with which the world has ever treated its victims of one age and boasts of the next. Dante is worshipped at that grave to which he was hurried by persecution. Milton, in his own day, was "Mr. Milton, the blind adder, that spit his venom on the king's person"; and soon after, "the mighty orb of song." These absurd transitions from hatred to apotheosis, this recognition just at the moment when it becomes a mockery, saddens all intellectual history.
Edwin Percy Whipple
