Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
I do not now begin, - I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Law and order are the medicine of the body politic and when the body politic gets sick, medicine must be administered.
Babasaheb
This gold medal, to me, is a very good outcome from the many years I've spent on my professional career.
Ma Long
You don't want to meet anybody in Cannes. It's the worst place, I think, to meet somebody - one of the worst places.
Caleb Landry Jones
Like a child star whose fame fades as the years advance, many once-innovative companies become less so as they mature.
Gary Hamel
Everything can be satirized.
Sam Kinison
As the great grandchildren of the industrial revolution, we have learned, at last, that the heedless pursuit of more is unsustainable and, ultimately, unfulfilling. Our planet, our security, our sense of equanimity and our very souls demand something better, something different.
Gary Hamel
Franchises mean that you're tied in. That's a lovely feeling of comfort to the whole thing. From a business perspective, it really keeps you current and lets you go and do other smaller, more pedestrian things.
Taron Egerton
To rebuild this country will take a long time but we have the mandate and the people support us.
Fatos Nano
I am very happy and honored to be part of the Sony ATV family.
Maluma
No man ever prayed heartily without learning something.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I love my wife. We FaceTime and we talk on the phone and she travels to come see me when she can. But she works as well. But we see each other a lot more than people would think, though, because we make it happen and we love each other so much.
Wiz Khalifa
I do not now begin, - I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
