Don Henley Quotes
O' beautiful, for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king.
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I listen to a lot of different kinds of music, and I feel like I can pull ideas from practically anything. You name it - I'll probably like it.
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Water boarding: Is that like snowboarding?! 12.
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...next time you rake up those leaves realize you're about to jump into a pile of tree shit. 19.
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Those who think the information brought out at a criminal trial is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth are fools. Prosecuting or defending a case is nothing more than getting to those people who will talk for your side, who will say what you want said.
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Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.
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The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.
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All generalizations are false, including this one.
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Optimist: day dreamer more elegantly spelled.
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We have the best government that money can buy.
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No sinner is ever saved after the first twenty minutes of a sermon.
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When red-haired people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.
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Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned.
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Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do. Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do.
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All emotion is involuntary when genuine.
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When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.
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There is no distinctly American criminal class - except Congress.
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It is just like man's vanity and impertinence to call an animal dumb because it is dumb to his dull perceptions.
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Truth is the most valuable thing we have. Let us economize it.
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I measured the skies, now the shadows I measure, Sky-bound was the mind, earth-bound the body rests. [Kepler's epitaph]
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There are, in effect, two things, to know and to believe one knows; to know is science; to believe one knows is ignorance.
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I know of the leafy paths that the witches take Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool, And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake.
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O' beautiful, for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They're beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king.
