Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.
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Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
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The American people do not want their taxpayer dollars funding any activity that runs counter to the security of our nation or our ally Israel.
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Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
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I've never chased the dollar, I've always chased the reader's heart. I love having more readers. The more people who read it, the more thrilled I am.
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Eighty per cent of my output is 'Mallory clowns on the Western canon,' and I'm happy to be that person.
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I almost got a psychology degree, I almost got a philosophy degree. I kept changing it so they couldn't make me graduate. I studied anthropology and eastern religion, epistomology, and astronomy... I took every interesting course I could find for nine years.
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There was no religion in my life growing up. Did God invent us or did we invent God?
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It is just as important to set apart time for the development of our aesthetic faculties as for cultivating the money-getting instinct. A man cannot live by bread alone. His higher life demands an impalpable food.
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People want you to fail.
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I'm trying to have some longevity in this business. If that means not working for a while and just picking the right job, so be it.
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Something I learned when I was very young: with cooking, it doesn't matter where you are; you can always cook. You can end up in small village in Peru where somebody's cooking, take a spoon and taste it, and you might not be too sure what you're eating, but you can taste the soul in the food. That's what is beautiful with food.
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Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?
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I'm an actor, so I like costumes.
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I had two primary cancers, which was pretty unusual. And when I got the second one, people told me such terrible bad-news stories, they instigated fears that weren't there in the first place. I do remember with such gratitude one doctor saying to me, 'Two primaries? That's nothing. I've seen a patient with six.'
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Throughout the day, my phone will variously chirp, burp and growl – it's like living with a velociraptor. The last time I went to try to shut it off, the thing bit me.
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You have to get out of your comfort zone in order to grow. And as an actor, you don't become Meryl Streep by doing the same type of comedy. You get there by being challenged. And unfortunately, there's a lack of roles for women of color, so you actually have to be the engineer creating some of those roles.
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And it is easy to believe you are not good enough if you listen to everybody else.
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I am not saying one is better than the other. I enjoy both. But Hollywood is far more organised than Bollywood.
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There is no central government database that allows officials to monitor water tests by local systems.
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No person is important enough to make me angry.
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'Close to the Edge' is the album where we first attempted to do the extra-long-form piece of music, having one song taking up the whole side of a piece of vinyl.
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I push myself in a lot of aspects when I write a song. I write a piece and where most people would stop and say, 'Oh, that's the hook right there,' I'll move that to the first four bars of the verse and do a new hook.
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This state of affairs is not an inevitable consequence of a decreased capacity to produce wealth. I see no reason why, with good management, real wages need be reduced on the average. It is the consequence of a misguided monetary policy.
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Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.
