not send me any more studies. Do not send me another piecemeal approach that confuses tinkering with real reform.
Mark Warner
The creative individual has the capacity to free himself from the web of social pressures in which the rest of us are caught. He is capable of questioning the assumptions that the rest of us accept.
John W. Gardner
I extract what I consider the best material from different sources. But often the material I perform comes from a very strange location in history, which are minstrel shows.
Leon Redbone
Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work.
Mother Teresa
My father was frightened of his mother; I was frightened of my father, and I am damned well going to see to it that my children are frightened of me.
King George V
I think I'm going to be around awhile.
Dan Marino
Quite the opposite. I might fall on my face, but I feel born again.
Richard Foreman
This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.
Mitch Albom
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
Willa Cather
Mark Warner
The creative individual has the capacity to free himself from the web of social pressures in which the rest of us are caught. He is capable of questioning the assumptions that the rest of us accept.
John W. Gardner
I extract what I consider the best material from different sources. But often the material I perform comes from a very strange location in history, which are minstrel shows.
Leon Redbone
Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work.
Mother Teresa
My father was frightened of his mother; I was frightened of my father, and I am damned well going to see to it that my children are frightened of me.
King George V
I think I'm going to be around awhile.
Dan Marino
Quite the opposite. I might fall on my face, but I feel born again.
Richard Foreman
This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.
Mitch Albom
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
Willa Cather