Charles Bukowski Quotes
What my character is or how many jails I have lounged in, or wards or walls or wassails, how many lonely-heart poetry readings I have dodged, is beside the point. A man's soul or lack of it will be evident with what he can carve upon a white sheet of paper.
Charles Bukowski
Quotes to Explore
When you choose your friends, don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character.
W. Somerset Maugham
Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is beauty in the character. When there is beauty in the character, there is harmony in the home. When there is harmony in the home, there is order in the nation. When there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world.
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam
He hath freedom whoso beareth clean and constant heart within.
Quintus Ennius
2016 is going to be a fight. A fight between conservatism and a Democrat Party that is undermining the very character of our nation.
Carly Fiorina
I started in theatre, and for me, it was all about transformation. You transform into the character that you're playing.
Rainn Wilson
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Walter Scott
I cannot have God in my heart if he is not in my head. Before I can believe in, I must believe that.
R. C. Sproul
I've always been a bit of a poser. I was chucked out of ballet lessons for looking in the mirror.
Abbey Clancy
But bread is different. I come from Czechoslovakia, where we eat lots of it, so it's hard to say no. I can't even have one piece, because when I start, I don't stop.
Daniela Pestova
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term.Our pace took sudden awe, Our feet reluctant led. Before were cities, but between, The forest of the dead.Retreat was out of hope,- Behind, a sealed route, Eternity’s white flag before, And God at every gate.
Emily Dickinson
What my character is or how many jails I have lounged in, or wards or walls or wassails, how many lonely-heart poetry readings I have dodged, is beside the point. A man's soul or lack of it will be evident with what he can carve upon a white sheet of paper.
Charles Bukowski