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Luscombe Quotes By W. Somerset Maugham

The end of culture is right living — W. Somerset Maugham

Luscombe Quotes By Jon Richardson

There is simply too much to be done for us all to go round 'enjoying ourselves.' When the world is perfect, then we can all sit down and eat jelly beans, but for now the fact that things are going well for you just means that you are in a position to alleviate someone else's suffering for a while. — Jon Richardson

Luscombe Quotes By Antoine Lavoisier

I am young and avid for glory. — Antoine Lavoisier

Luscombe Quotes By Carlos Fuentes

And don't give me the same old story:
"We're in Mexico. Pray."
You'd be better off taking a snake rattle. — Carlos Fuentes

Luscombe Quotes By Charles Gounod

Bach is a colossus of Rhodes, beneath whom all musicians pass and will continue to pass. Mozart is the most beautiful, Rossini the most brilliant, but Bach is the most comprehensive: he has said all there is to say. — Charles Gounod

Luscombe Quotes By Ayn Rand

The desire not to be anything is the desire not to be. — Ayn Rand

Luscombe Quotes By Milan Kundera

The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man. — Milan Kundera

Luscombe Quotes By Benny Bellamacina

Give love, take pride — Benny Bellamacina

Luscombe Quotes By Josh Fox

The aquifer [is] the water table people need to keep secure. Nature has this incredible system of water purification under the ground. Ground water is much better to drink than surface water because it filters out the bacteria that can cause all sorts of problems. — Josh Fox

Luscombe Quotes By Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

A huge fireplace and Dutch oven of fieldstone filled one wall. Over them hung a long muzzle-loading rifle, powder horn, and bullet pouch. On the mantel were candle molds, a coffee mill, an iron and trivet, and a rusty kettle. An iron cauldron, big enough to boil a missionary in, swung at the end of a long arm in the fireplace, and below it, like so many black offspring, were a cluster of small pots. A wooden butter churn held the door open, and clusters of Indian corn hung from the molding at aesthetic intervals. A colonial scythe stood in one corner, and two Boston rockers on a hooked rug faced the cold fireplace, where the unwatched pot never boiled. Paul — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.