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The British statesmen Ernest Bevin once quipped that "the kingdom of heaven may run on righteousness, but the kingdom of earth runs on oil.

operations] that previously only Tier One Special Mission Units would be doing.

Aura, I'm really patient, but I'm not a bloody saint.

Nothing is easier to write than scenery; nothing more difficult and unnecessary to read.

I can't say I altogether blame the man (which is doubtless a great relief to his mind).

Weather in towns is like a skylark in a counting-house — out of place and in the way.

I am not sure, but I think it was in connection with a discussion on Maeterlinck.

When George is hanged, Harris wil be the worst packer in this world

I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.

In the present instance, going back to the liver-pill circular, I had the symptoms, beyond all mistake, the chief among them being "a general disinclination to work of any kind." What I suffer in that way no tongue can tell.  From my

All he had was a concept, which could not be copyrighted. Ideas are in the public domain.

They say talk is cheap. Maybe so. But kindness is even better—it's free! Free to give. Free to receive. Makes you wonder why there's not more of it, huh?

Choice words in precise order bear power unmatched by amplified images and sound and technical magic (Writing for the Soul, p. 54).

For me, the lame part of the Sixties was the political part, the social part. The real part was the spiritual part.

Grandpa, you mean when you were a kid, no dogs could vote?" "That's right, Jimmy. They had no say in the world at all. They were just pets." "Woww…

did not have enough substance to trigger the opening of a supermarket door

Thanks," she said, and went back to the coffee urn. Not exactly chummy. Suddenly grumpy Alvina

Yeah," I said, nursing the milkshake I'd brought outside. The cup was still half-full, moisture beading across the wax coating. It tasted artificial, like someone had asked God to turn the color pink into food.

Shelley was also the wife of the great poet and rotter Percy Bysshe Shelley.

The movie I was working on, Cleopatra, it's about how destructive a force love can be. But maybe that's what every story is about.

A bum wanders and drinks. A tramp wanders and dreams. A hobo wanders and works.

And what she loved about Lydia's play: that it gets at this idea that true sacrifice is painless.

the water. The feral cats scattered before her.

But Jules hated the missionaries and said cruelty and hope should never be served together.