Ludovico Ariosto Quotes
Dovea in memoria avere il signor mio,Che l'oro e 'l premio ogni durezza inchina;Ma, quando bisognò, l'ebbe in oblio,Ed ei si procacciò la sua ruina.
Ludovico Ariosto
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Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.
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God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.
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See the nigger fly the airplane!
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We get criticized for showing no personality, then we get penalized when we do.
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Dovea in memoria avere il signor mio,Che l'oro e 'l premio ogni durezza inchina;Ma, quando bisognò, l'ebbe in oblio,Ed ei si procacciò la sua ruina.
Ludovico Ariosto