Comte de Lautreamont Quotes
Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?

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Everybody gets dressed every day, and whatever you decide to get dressed in that morning is communicating something.
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I always wake up 10 minutes before I have to be anywhere.
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To all my people back in Nashville who have been there from the start, you put your faith in me. You were there for the long haul.
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I wanted to be a professional baseball player.
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At first, it's unfamiliar, then it strikes root.
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I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.
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I have been waiting for someone to come along and tap into that very real frustration that exists in a very large segment of the working-class Republican base. And no one had done it until Donald Trump. I very clearly saw a void, and I knew somebody would fill it. And the moment I knew he had filled it, I knew he would win the nomination.
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Every fight is a different experience.
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Money is the harvest of our production and service. We in turn use it to obtain the production and service of others.
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NASA trains you to assess emergency situations and react in a way to keep yourself and everyone else safe.
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That is why man can also never understand himself: For he is himself a timeless act; an act which he performs continuously, and there is no moment in which he might not perform it, as there would have to be to understand himself.
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No human being is justified before God or has a right standing before God based upon his own virtue and merit. It is only by faith in the virtue and merit of Christ.
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Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?