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Our descent, then, is the origin of our evil passions!! The devil under form of Baboon is our grandfather. — Charles Darwin

We on Earth have just awakened to the great oceans of space and time from which we have emerged. — Carl Sagan

Short things are short all over and long things are long all over. — Jim Harrison

Samurai are born to die.
Death is not a curse to be avoided
but the natural end of all life. Death is not eternal ... dishonor is. — Rick Remender

He has no right to his life when his duty calls him to resign it. Other men are bound ... to deprive him of life or liberty, if that should appear in any case to be indispensably necessary to prevent a greater evil. — William Godwin

We are the number one custom yacht builder in the world and my goal is to stay there — Felix Sabates

When I'm asked how to succeed in show business, I always say I haven't the foggiest. — Ethel Merman

The opposite of depression isn't feeling happy but being fully alive, however painful — Gwyneth Lewis

I just want people to take a step back, take a deep breath and actually look at something with a different perspective. But most people will never do that. — Brian McKnight

In such a way is freedom of thought lost ... By small cuts. By small acts of disapproval. By a thousand discouragements of spirit. — Alexander McCall Smith

When one cannot appraise out of one's own experience, the temptation to blunder is minimized, but even when one can, appraisal seems chiefly useful as appraisal of the appraiser. — Marianne Moore

A jealous man is very quick in his application: he knows how to find a double edge in an invective, and to draw a satire on himself out of a panegyrick on another. — Joseph Addison

There are noble mausoleums rooted for centuries in retired glades of parks among the growing timber and the fern, which perhaps hold fewer noble secrets than walk abroad among men, shut up in the breast of Mr. Tulkinghorn. — Charles Dickens