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Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Absence - that common cure of love.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
I have no consistency, except in politics and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
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I decided I ought to pick a project that would not be controversial, that would not really cost the government a lot of money.
Rather like Batman, I embody the themes of the movie which are the values of family, courage and compassion and a sense of right and wrong, good and bad and justice.
Some of the most famous books are the least worth reading. Their fame was due to their having done something that needed to be doing in their day. The work is done and the virtue of the book has expired.
EXPECTATION weakens us in the love and service we provide.
To walk through the ruined cities of Germany is to feel an actual doubt about the continuity of civilization.
The wisdom of age: don't stop walking.
Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today.
It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement the greatest source of visual beauty the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.
I think God's justice is making wrongs right.
Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they're eating sandwiches.
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