This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
It's the height of folly to want to be the only wise one.
Only the contemptible fear contempt.
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The less you trust others, the less you will be deceived.
The only thing that should surprise us is that there are still some things that can surprise us.
Our merit gains us the esteem of the virtuous; our star, that of the public.
It is a mistake to imagine, that the violent passions only, such as ambition and love, can triumph over the rest. Idleness, languid as it is, often masters them all; she influences all our designs and actions, and insensibly consumes and destroys both passions and virtues.
The head does not know how to play the part of the heart for long.
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Whatever difference may appear in the fortunes of mankind, there is, nevertheless, a certain compensation of good and evil which makes them equal.
What is commonly called friendship is no more than a partnership; a reciprocal regard for one another's interests, and an exchange of good offices; in a word, a mere traffic, wherein self-love always proposes to be a gainer.
O thou day o' th' world, chain mine armed neck, leap thou, attire and all, through proof of harness to my heart, and there ride on the pants triumphing!
Duke Ellington, fully Edward Kennedy "Duke" Ellington
It is becoming increasingly difficult to decide where jazz starts or where it stops, where Tin Pan Alley begins and jazz ends, or even where the borderline lies between between classical music and jazz. I feel there is no boundary line.
Oh, how this spring of life resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And, by and by, a cloud takes all away!
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven. All's Well That Ends Well
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year. The Merry Wives of Windsor (Anne Page at III, iv)
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, that I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Julius Caesar (Antony at III, i)
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Our battle is more full of names than yours, Our men more perfect in the use of arms, Our armor all as strong, our cause is best, Then reason will our hearts should be as good.