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The only time some people work like a horse is when the boss rides them.

Gabriel Heatter

America cannot continue to lead the family of nations around the world if we suffer the collapse of the family here at home.

Mitt Romney

Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.

Oliver Goldsmith

War is never a solution; it is an aggravation.

Benjamin Disraeli

Unlimited economic growth has the marvelous quality of stilling discontent while maintaining privilege, a fact that has not gone unnoticed among liberal economists.

Noam Chomsky

So to live is heaven: To make undying music in the world, Breathing a beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man.

George Eliot

My mother was the sweetest lady who ever lived on this planet, but if you tried to tell her that Jesus wasn't a Christian, she would stomp you to death.

Dick Gregory

The reason why I'm here today is to explain why I am running and what I will do if you give me the honor and the privilege of representing you in the United States Senate. Now I'm running for the United State Senate for a simple reason, and that is...I want to win a Nobel Peace prize.

Marco Rubio

Classical plays require more imagination and more general training to be able to do. That's why I like playing Shakespeare better than anything else.

Vivien Leigh

...The wife, soon to be a mother, could hardly catch her breath in the heavy, choking dust, for even in the pure air she breathed hard from her burden. Each jolt of the wagon, for those ahead had made wagon ruts almost 'ex' deep, wrung from her clenched lips a half-groan that she did her best to keep from the anxious, solicitous husband plodding slowly along, guiding and goading the poor dumb cattle, themselves weary from the long trek. So through the long day of jolting and discomfort and sometimes pain, sometimes panting for breath, the mother, anxious only that the unborn babe should not be injured, rode, for she could not walk; and the children walked, for the load was too heavy and big for them to ride; and the father walked sturdily alongside and prayed....Then the morning came when from out that last wagon floated the cry of the newborn babe, and mother love made a shrine, and Father bowed in reverence before it. But the train must move on. So out into the dust and dirt the last wagon moved again, swaying and jolting, while Mother eased as best she could each pain-giving jolt so no harm might be done her, that she might be strong to feed the little one, bone of her bone, flesh of her flesh. Who will dare to say that angels did not cluster round and guard her and ease her rude bed, for she had given another choice spirit its mortal body that it might work out its God-given destiny?

J. (Joshua) Reuben Clark, Jr., T

Stories in which the destruction of society occurs are explorations of social fears and issues that filmmakers, novelists, playwrights, painters have been examining for a long time.

J. J. Abrams

Postmodernism surely requires an even greater grasp of symbolism, as it's increasingly an art of gesture alone.

Andrew Eldritch