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believe thinking voting
I think we should keep voting, I think we should keep supporting things that we believe in. I don't think we ought to just quit. Charlie Daniels
believe careers want
I don't believe that the public knows what it wants; this is the conclusion that I have drawn from my career. Charlie Chaplin
believe soul trivia
From such trivia, I believe my soul was born.
believe secret roaming
You have to believe in yourself. That's the secret.
believe book mean
The Senator from South Carolina has read many books of chivalry, and believes himself a chivalrous knight, with sentiments of honor and courage. Of course he has chosen a mistress to whom he has made his vows, and who, though ugly to others, is always lovely to him; though polluted in the sight of the world, is chaste in his sight I mean the harlot, Slavery. For her, his tongue is always profuse in words. Charles Sumner
believe facts doe
The chief effect of talk on any subject is to strengthen one's own opinions, and, in fact, one never knows exactly what he does believe until he is warmed into conviction by the heat of attack and defence. Charles Dudley Warner
believe doors knowing
When you're touched by magic, nothing's ever quite the same again. What really makes me sad is all those people who never have the chance to know that touch. They're too busy, or they just don't hold with make-believe, so they shut the door without really knowing it was there to be opened in the first place. Charles de Lint
believe magic different
I believe in a different kind of magic. The kind we make between each other.
believe heart thinking
If you don't believe that the world has a heart, then you won't hear it beating, you won't think it's alive and you won't consider what you're doing to it.
men brotherhood unity
The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood, for the unity of us all.
men greed progress
To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
men greed soul
Greed has poisoned men's souls
men long liberty
As long as men die, liberty will never parish.
men hands political
I am not a political man and I have no political convictions. I am an individual and a believer in liberty. That is all the politics I have. On the other hand I am not a super-patriot. Super-patriotism leads to Hitlerism — and we've had our lesson there. I don't want to create a revolution — I just want to create a few more films.
men groups kingdoms
The Kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you!
men individuality genius
Man as an individual is a genius. But men in the mass form the headless monster, a great, brutish idiot that goes where prodded.
men judging treats
Judge a man not by how he treats his equals but by how he treats his inferiors.
men justice judging
If Justice is pictured blindfold, it is because she judges causes, not men, and not because the prime faculty of an arbitrator is lack of discernment. Charles Wagner
garden may delight
Hoeing in the garden on a bright, soft May day, when you are not obligated to, is nearly equal to the delight of going trouting.
garden land cities
The thing generally raised on city land is taxes.
garden giving earth
There is one rule in the garden that is above all others. You must give to nature more than you take. Obey it, and the earth will provide you in glorious abundance. Alan Chadwick
garden doe gardener
The Gardener does not create the Garden. The Garden creates the Gardener.
garden gardener
It is not the gardener that makes the garden. It is the garden that makes the gardener.
garden years piano
I did a concert at five years old in the garden of one of the church members, and we raised some money to buy a new piano in our little church. Al Jarreau
garden bombarded-by coconuts
In the garden of gentle sanity, May you be bombarded by the coconuts of wakefulness. Chogyam Trungpa
garden voice glasses
She finds tales everywhere, in grains of sand she picks up from the garden, in puffs of smoke that drift out from the chimneys of the village, in fragments of smooth timber or glass in the jetsam. She will ask them, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" And they will answer her in voices very like her own, but with new lilts and squeaks and splashes in them that show they are their own. David Almond
garden bird dawn
Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden. David Mitchell