P. G. Wodehouse Quotes
I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.
P. G. Wodehouse
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Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound, Warms his old bones like nectar: And as the inns, where it is found, Are his especial hunting-ground, We call him the INN-SPECTRE.
Lewis Carroll
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I will never apologize for standing up for my fellow Teamsters and all American workers.
James P. Hoffa
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I love these sort of documentaries, which you might turn on late on a Saturday night - like, say, 'The Alma Cogan Story.' But they are ripe for spoofing, because the presenters are always so serious and anxious to make themselves look like rather attractive and interesting people.
Peter Capaldi
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A historic defeat cannot bow our heads forever.
Neymar
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Healing is a moral thing to do.
Jay Inslee
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Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house.
Franz Schubert
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The most disastrous phenomenon of the current situation is the factor that imperialism is employing for its own ends all the powers of the proletariat, all of its institutions and weapons, which its fighting vanguard has created for its war of liberation.
Clara Zetkin
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Adde quod ingenuas didicisse fideliter artesemollit mores nec sinit esse feros.
Ovid
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Every man who becomes heartily and understandingly a channel of the Divine beneficence is enriched through every league of his life. Perennial satisfaction springs around and within him with perennial verdure. Flowers of gratitude and gladness bloom all along his pathway, and the melodious gurgle of the blessings be bears is echoed back by the melodious waves of the recipient stream.
Bill Vaughan
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With flowing tail and flying mane,
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouth bloodless to bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod,
A thousand horses - the wild - the free -
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on.
Lord Byron
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I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.
P. G. Wodehouse