Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.
Arthur Rimbaud
Quotes to Explore
We're immersed in the spirit of God all the time. We just don't notice.
Dan Millman
I hate violence, yes I do. It's kind of a dilemma, huh?.
Jackie Chan
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
Patrick Henry
I doubt God would want to touch America's tax code, since it is already located in the third rung of Hell.
Larry J. Sabato
Oftentimes when you see adaptations of books you like, you're let down. As an author, you assume that they are going to suck. A little bit of hope is dangerous.
Gayle Forman
If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.
Nathaniel Parker Willis
We are, as a sex, infinitely superior to men, and if we were free and developed, healthy in body and mind, as we should be under natural conditions, our motherhood would be our glory. That function gives women such wisdom and power as no male can possess.
Elizabeth Cady Stanton
There is not a man or woman, who violates the covenants made with their God, that will not be required to pay the debt. The blood of Christ will never wipe that out, your own blood must atone for it . . .
Brigham Young
The next 8 years were spent working in New Haven for Health Systems International, which was lots of fun, but that's another story.
W. Richard Stevens
Finally, empirical data suggests that assets are sold much more slowly during retirement years than when they are accumulated during working years.
Didier Sornette
O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.
Arthur Rimbaud