Noverre Letters Quotes & Sayings

Danglars was alone, but neither troubled nor disturbed. Danglars was even happy, because he had taken revenge on an enemy and ensured himself the place on board the Pharaon that he had feared he might lose. Danglars was one of those calculating men who are born with a pen behind their ear and an inkwell instead of a heart. To him, everything in this world was subtraction or multiplication, and a numeral was much dearer than a man, when it was a numeral that would increase the total (while a man might reduce it). So Danglars had gone to bed at his usual hour and slept peacefully. — Alexandre Dumas

Learn from history or you're doomed to repeat it. — Jesse Ventura

The right of self-government does not comprehend the government of others. — Thomas Jefferson

Follow your dreams only, never somebody else's. — Ben Tolosa

17He reached down from heaven and rescued me; he drew me out of deep waters. 18He rescued me from my powerful enemies, from those who hated me and were too strong for me. 19They attacked me at a moment when I was in distress, but the LORD supported me. 20He led me to a place of safety; he rescued me because he delights in me. — Anonymous

Never let 'em see you ache"; that's what Mr. Mayer always said. Or was it ass; "Never let 'em see your ass"? — Carrie Fisher

Death the last voyage, the longest, and the best. — Thomas Wolfe

Men are under as strong a compulsion to invent an ethical setting for their behavior as spiders are to weave themselves webs. — John Dos Passos

Providence has delivered me of every worldly passion, save this one; the desire to acquire books, new or old books of any kind, whose charms I cannot persuade myself to resist. — John Henry Newman

Practice being happy. Work at it. It's a new role, I realize, but you'll get it. The auditions will be coming up very soon. So get on top of it. I'm sure you will get the part. — Frederick Lenz

Good gracious!" she exclaimed, "she's been more than an hour in there! When the priests set about cleansing her of her sins, the choir-boys have to form in line to pass the buckets of filth and empty them in the street! — Emile Zola