Charles Dickens Quotes
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This truth must be recognized as a dogma and assume the validity of an axiom in the general understanding of painting.
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A phoenix, Beirut seems to always pull itself out its ashes, reinvents itself, has been conquered numerous times in its 7,000-year history, yet it survives by both becoming whatever its conquerors wished it to be and retaining its idiosyncratic persona.
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My recipes aren't geared towards women; my books are marketed towards women because women are the biggest market for weight loss, weight management and weight maintenance and for cooking.
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The dualism itself becomes a sort of presupposition or datum; its terms condition the further problem.
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The vast preponderance of evidence in modern epidemiology shows that those who eat more whole plant foods and fewer animal products and processed foods have lower rates of chronic disease and longer lifespans.
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I research every possible bit of information I can find. Then I use about a tenth of it. But I have to know all the information first; otherwise, I'm not going to convince myself, and if I can't convince myself, then I'm not going to convince the reader.
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I've always regarded nature as the clothing of God.
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All you need is something to say, and a burning desire to say it... it doesn't matter where your hands are.
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We refuse to recognize problems of form, but only problems of building. Form is not the aim of our work, but only the result. Form, by itself, does not exist. Form as an aim is formalism; and that we reject.
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A good daguerreotype was as perfect a kind of photograph as was ever made.
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I think they're all trying to see who can walk through the coldest or hottest shower. Not sure which.
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To make war all you need is intelligence. But to win you need talent and material.
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You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
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I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.
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We shall not attempt to give the reader an idea of that tetrahedron nose-that horse-shoe mouth-that small left eye over-shadowed by a red bushy brow, while the right eye disappeared entirely under an enormous wart-of those straggling teeth with breaches here and there like the battlements of a fortress-of that horny lip, over which one of those teeth projected like the tusk of an elephant-of that forked chin-and, above all, of the expression diffused over the whole-that mixture of malice, astonishment, and melancholy. Let the reader, if he can, figure to himself this combination.
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Books are not luxuries. They are the meat and drink for the mind.
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... she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries.
