This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
Love is daring. (Meaning: that a lover can do anything without calculating the consequences or that love has a blind eye.)
Thomas L. Friedman, fully Thomas Lauren Friedman
But if NATO’s only strength is that it can bomb forever, then it has to get every ounce out of that. Let’s at least have a real air war. The idea that people are still holding rock concerts in Belgrade, or going out for Sunday merry-go-round rides, while their fellow Serbs are ”cleansing” Kosovo, is outrageous. It should be lights out in Belgrade: every power grid, water pipe, bridge, road and war-related factory has to be targeted. Like it or not, we are at war with the Serbian nation (the Serbs certainly think so), and the stakes have to be very clear: Every week you ravage Kosovo is another decade we will set your country back by pulverizing you. You want 1950? We can do 1950. You want 1389? We can do 1389 too.
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Thorstein Veblen, fully Thorstein Bunde Veblen, born Torsten Bunde Veblen
It is always sound business to take any obtainable net gain, at any cost and at any risk to the rest of the community
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Certain people have a way of saying things that shake us at the core. Even when the words do not seem harsh or offensive, the impact is shattering. What we could be experiencing is the intent behind the words. When we intend to do good, we do. When we intend to do harm, it happens. What each of us must come to realize is that our intent always comes through. We cannot sugarcoat the feelings in our heart of hearts. The emotion is the energy that motivates. We cannot ignore what we really want to create. We should be honest and do it the way we feel it. What we owe to ourselves and everyone around is to examine the reasons of our true intent.
And all the gods go with you! I upon your sword sit laurel victory; and smooth success be strew'd before your feet.
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As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, rising and cawing at the gun's report, sever themselves and madly sweep the sky— so at his sight away his fellows fly. A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act iii, Scene 2
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As a man thinketh our remedies in ourselves do lie which we ascribe to heaven.
And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him. Henvry VI, Part III, Act ii, Scene 5
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All my pretty ones? Did you say all? — O, hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam at one fell swoop?
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CALIBAN: Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven? STEPHANO: Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee; I was the Man i' th' Moon, when time was. CALIBAN: I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee. My mistress show'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bush. The Tempest, Act ii, Scene 2
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DON PEDRO: In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke. BENEDICK - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man. Much Ado About Nothing, Act i, Scene 1
Come, gentle night, — come, loving black brow'd night, give me my Romeo; and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of Heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun. Romeo and Juliet, Act iii, Scene 2
Fault | Means | Mother | Receive | Shame | Temper | Will | Words | Fault | Guilty |
Done to death by slanderous tongue was the Hero that here lies. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3.
DON PEDRO: Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born. Much Ado about Nothing, Act ii, Scene 1
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DON PEDRO: Will you have me, lady? BEATRICE: No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days: your grace is too costly to wear every day. Much Ado about Nothing, Act ii, Scene 1
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William Howells, fully William Dean Howells, aka The Dean of American Letters
All civilization comes through literature now, especially in our country. A Greek got his civilization by talking and looking, and in some measure a Parisian may still do it. But we, who live remote from history and monuments, we must read or we must barbarize.