Quote #21569
Listen, can you hear it Spring’s sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through...
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There is something precious in our being mysteries to ourselves, in our being unable...
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Nothing ever gets settled in this town. … a seething debating society in which...
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When one buys some of my artwork I hope it is because they will...
Quote #9762
Women like silent men. They think they’re listening.
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All that is gold does not glitter not all those that wander are lost.
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The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.
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The end move in politics is always to pick up a gun.
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We aim above the mark to hit the mark.
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Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to...