Lord Byron Quotes
The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
Lord Byron
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If they understand, which I believe they really are sensing, that the alternative the Republicans have been offering is to repeal what we've done, to go back to Bush policies - and if you asked the public what would you prefer, Bush economic policies or Obama economic policies, they take and prefer Obama economic policies.
Carl Levin
She was a great lady. We raised three boys, were together as long as she lived, and now she's passed on.
Earl Scruggs
Unfortunately, there is still much to mine in this world and explore creatively.
Taylor Sheridan
I generally make a sort of playlist for my iPod for whatever project I'm doing.
Carla Gugino
If you have not been a villain at a certain point in time, you will never be a hero. And the day you are a hero, you may become a villain the next day.
Carlos Ghosn
Speak clearly, if you speak at all; carve every word before you let it fall.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Moral virtue is ... a mean between two vices, that of excess and that of defect, and ... it is no small task to hit the mean in each case, as it is not, for example, any chance comer, but only the geometer, who can find the center of a given circle.
Aristotle
I don't hide my feelings, but when it comes to illness, I guess I don't panic. My father was the same way. I'm the provider for the family and the caretaker. If I panic, who is anybody going to run to?
Curt Schilling
All books are divisible into two classes, the books of the hour, and the books of all time.
John Ruskin
In today's society we sometimes forget to balance our hearts and our heads; this is the reason we stop laughing.
Yakov Smirnoff
I remember playing games and having tears roll down my face because it felt like it was never going to be good enough.
Christen Press
The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
Lord Byron
