Antoine Fourcroy Quotes & Sayings

Cornwall, peopled mainly by Celts, but with an infusion of English blood, stands and always has stood apart from the rest of England, much, but in a less degree, as has Wales. — Sabine Baring-Gould

Scientifically, there's no debate over whether the fetus is alive and human. — Ron Paul

Women want to wear what they do because of what goes on in their heads. Their size and shape have practically nothing to do with it. — Elizabeth Hawes

In a long work sleep may be naturally expected. — Horace

I'm sorry. This is diary, not enlightenment. — Maryse Holder

I'm a Brooklyn boy. I was born in Brooklyn, New York, and raised there, and spent most of my childhood there. — Robert Jay Lifton

What I'm saying is that until somebody steps up and actually has a forceful attack on Donald Trump and actually takes him down a notch, Donald Trump is just going to keep plowing through. — Sean Hannity

Backward I look upon my life,
And see one waste of storm and strife,
One wrack of sorrows, hopes, and pain,
Vanishing to arise again!
That life has moved through evening, where
Continual shadows veiled my sphere;
From youth's horizon upward rolled
To life's meridian, dark and cold. — Patrick Branwell Bronte

The kind of people that love 'The Rocketeer' are the kind of people that love good storytelling and innocence and a better world, so to speak, so they're almost always nice people to bump into. — Billy Campbell

You have heard of the new chemical nomenclature endeavored to be introduced by Lavoisier, Fourcroy, &c. Other chemists of this country, of equal note, reject it, and prove in my opinion that it is premature, insufficient and false. These latter are joined by the British chemists; and upon the whole, I think the new nomenclature will be rejected, after doing more harm than good. There are some good publications in it, which must be translated into the ordinary chemical language before they will be useful. — Thomas Jefferson

America is the noisiest country that ever existed. One is waked up in the morning, not by the singing of the nightingale, but by the steam whistle. — Oscar Wilde