Ernst Hanfstaengl Quotes
Hitler's mind was a deep-running river. You could never tell when something it had absorbed would bob to the surface again.
Ernst Hanfstaengl
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What sort of arrogance did she have, even to imagine reaching back into the past and making changes? Who am I, she thought, if I dare to answer prayers intended for the gods?
Orson Scott Card
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Oh rainy day woman,I've never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine.You have been a friend of mine, rainy day woman.
Waylon Jennings
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A craftsman knows in advance what the finished result will be, while the artist knows only what it will be when he has finished it. But it is unbecoming in an artist to talk about inspiration; that is the reader's business.
W. H. Auden
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Essays, entitled critical, are epistles addressed to the public, through which the mind of the recluse relieves itself of its impressions.
Margaret Fuller
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God grant, that not only the Love of Liberty, but a thorough Knowledge of the Rights of Man, may pervade all the Nations of the Earth, so that a Philosopher may set his Foot anywhere on its Surface, and say, 'This is my Country.'
Benjamin Franklin
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In a state of grace, the soul is like a well of limpid water, from which flow only streams of clearest crystal. Its works are pleasing both to God and man, rising from the River of Life, beside which it is rooted like a tree.
Saint Teresa of Avila
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Women can never forgive me; they hate me, they feel I am disarming them. I show them without their coquetry.
Edgar Degas
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For being in a place that's landlocked, Minnesotans have a real sense of the wider world. Teachers, friends, neighbors - everywhere I went in Minnesota, people put their heads up and looked out to the horizon.
Jake Sullivan
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The employee is regarded by the employer merely in the light of his value as an operative. His productive capacity alone is taken into account.
Leland Stanford
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Without discipline a body of men becomes rabble. Rabble dies, either on the battlefield or in a POW camp.
W. E. B. Griffin
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Hitler's mind was a deep-running river. You could never tell when something it had absorbed would bob to the surface again.
Ernst Hanfstaengl
