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Planets were very large places, on any scale but that of the spaces in between them. — Ursula K. Le Guin

Life is so short that it is not wise to take roundabout ways, nor can we spend much time in waiting ... We have not got half-way to dawn yet. — Henry David Thoreau

Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another - too often ending in the loss of both. — Tryon Edwards

Pretending Tina Patterson was Jessica James was like pretending tofu was steak. — Penny Reid

The soul is restored through union with God. — Leanne Payne

Both of them were the children of the United States. They sacrificed their children for the benefit of the others. But they were not very devoted children of the United States. — Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani

There are no dull subjects. There are only dull writers. — H.L. Mencken

The culture at Valve is pretty much crowdsourced. The handbook is a wiki. One of the first things we say to new hires is, 'You have to change something in the handbook.' — Gabe Newell

I'm coming to London next week, by the way, in unhappy circumstances. Are we getting on fine as we are? Or would you like a drink? — Nick Hornby

I went to school at Colorado State. I finished my degree in pre-medicine and nutrition with aspirations of actually going to graduate school in medicine, which I didn't. — Derek Theler

So I came from an environment where I was starved for information, starved for connection. — Marc Andreessen

We need to meditate on what is peaceful. Once we have 'filled up' in this way, we once again have an abundance of love to send out into the world. — Jean Shinoda Bolen

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying ... — Percy Bysshe Shelley