Dorothy Beal Quotes & Sayings
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Woe to the house where there is no chiding. — George Herbert

The big lock-up is about drugs. Here's the real scam. The drug war is one of the games to get more convictions and prisoners. — Jerry Brown

A genius is a person who is seeing further and probing deeper than other people has a different set of ethical valuations from their and has energy enough to give effect to this extra vision and its valuations in whatever manner best suits his or her — George Bernard Shaw

Hopefully I can go back and forth from the United States to Asia. I feel joint productions could be the way of the future. I'll need a private plane to charter the international waters! — Godfrey Gao

Trust me not at all, or all in all. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

It is an exquisite and beautiful thing in our nature, that, when the heart is touched and softened by some tranquil happiness or affectionate feeling, the memory of the dead comes over it most powerfully and irresistibly. It would seem almost as though our better thoughts and sympathies were charms, in virtue of which the soul is enabled to hold some vague and mysterious intercourse with the spirits of those whom we loved in life. Alas! how often and how long may these patient angels hover around us, watching for the spell which is so soon forgotten! — Charles Dickens

Is a stranger in a crowd less than human, just because you can't witness her inner life? — Greg Egan

Man is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself. — Jean-Paul Sartre

Beatle bones and smokin' stones the dry sands fall. — Don Van Vliet

The basis of all true cosmic horror is violation of the order of nature, and the profoundest violations are always the least concrete and describable. — H.P. Lovecraft

The look in his melted-chocolate eyes was now completely non-Disney. — Suzanne Brockmann

Her eyes had the blue of cornflowers, and they smiled with her lips, — W. Somerset Maugham