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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c6913bb | Call the world if you please "The vale of soul-making." | John Keats | ||
| 1fedc32 | I have nothing to speak of but my self-and what can I say but what I feel | John Keats | ||
| 1cd56da | I can scarcely bid you good-bye, even in a letter. I always made an awkward bow. God bless you! | John Keats | ||
| 7553a07 | Open afresh your round of starry folds,Ye ardent marigolds! | John Keats | ||
| a700ffc | Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies. | John Keats | ||
| 64f999c | E'en like the passage of an angel's tearThat falls through the clear ether silently. | John Keats | ||
| 1325db5 | The poetry of earth is never dead. | John Keats | ||
| c7f6898 | Time, that aged nurse,Rocked me to patience. | John Keats | ||
| f7f95bf | Pleasure is oft a visitant; but painClings cruelly to us. | John Keats | ||
| ba08c73 | 'Tis the pestOf love, that fairest joys give most unrest. | John Keats | ||
| 6e59f80 | So many, and so many, and such glee. | John Keats | ||
| 85707dc | That large utterance of the early gods! | John Keats | ||
| 4300f0d | The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled. | John Keats | ||
| 708e487 | Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. | John Keats | ||
| 5acf043 | Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is -- Love, forgive us! -- cinders, ashes, dust. | John Keats | ||
| 11482ab | For cruel 'tis," said she,"To steal my Basil-pot away from me." | John Keats | ||
| 3f0ed13 | So let me be thy choir, and make a moanUpon the midnight hours | John Keats | ||
| a469cba | Music's golden tongueFlatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. | John Keats | ||
| a662ae8 | The silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide. | John Keats | ||
| c2d3d5b | The music, yearning like a God in pain. | John Keats | ||
| 83feee1 | A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing. | John Keats | ||
| 63f844c | As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. | John Keats | ||
| b85cacf | And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep,In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender'd. | John Keats | ||
| 7d3c7e1 | He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,In Provence call'd "La belle dame sans mercy." | John Keats | ||
| c3aa3fb | And they are gone: ay, ages long agoThese lovers fled away into the storm. | John Keats | ||
| 1b30735 | Already with thee! tender is the night. | John Keats | ||
| d95f637 | Forlorn! the very word is like a bellTo toil me back from thee to my sole self! | John Keats | ||
| dbe563c | Was it a vision, or a waking dream?Fled is that music: -- Do I wake or sleep? | John Keats | ||
| c897783 | You roll back the stones, and you find slithering things. That is the world of Richard Nixon. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| 774b0be | Meetings are a great trap. ... they are indispensable when you don't want to do anything. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| a583c3e | Any country that has Milton Friedman as an adviser has nothing to fear from a few million Arabs. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| 504b191 | Wealth, in even the most improbable cases, manages to convey the aspect of intelligence. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| ad51977 | There is something wonderful in seeing a wrong-headed majority assailed by truth. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| 9414d8d | There's a certain part of the contented majority who love anybody who is worth a billion dollars. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| f52e0d3 | Modesty is a vastly overrated virtue. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| beee5b5 | In the autumn of 1929 the mightiest of Americans were, for a brief time, revealed as human beings. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| aad6430 | The values of a society totally preoccupied with making money are not altogether reassuring. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| 2ad64db | One of the uses of depression is the exposure of what auditors fail to find. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| 69b2562 | Wall Street's crime, in the eyes of its classical enemies, was less its power than its morals. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| 06b6af2 | More die in the United States of too much food than of too little. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| dc78740 | We do not manufacture wants for goods we do not produce. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| 9f46cf6 | One man's consumption becomes his neighbor's wish. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| d3a6c19 | It is in the long run that the corporation lives. | John Kenneth Galbraith | ||
| db5df78 | Very important functions can be performed very wastefully and often are. | John Kenneth Galbraith |