#ere

Liberty is a great celestial Goddess, strong, beneficent, and austere, and she can never descend upon a nation by the shouting of crowds, nor by arguments of unbridled passion, nor by the hatred of class against class. ↗

— Annie Besant

#austere #beneficent #celestial #class #crowds

On March 4th, 1830, I arrived in London, where a new world seemed opened to me. ↗

— Henry Bessemer

#i #london #march #me #new

So, my sweetheart back home writes to me and wants to know what this gal in Bombay's got that she hasn't got. So I just write back to her and says, Nothin', honey. Only she's got it here. ↗

— Alvah Bessie

#bombay #gal #got #hasn #her

From here it sounds great to say we'll all get together soon, but all I know is this: you can call me fifty days or fifty years from now and I'll be glad to see you. ↗

— Richard Hooker

#days #fifty #get #get together #glad

I walked out of the show business in 1968 because I thought that would be good for the family. It took me some time to decide but I wanted to spend more time with my wife and two daughters who were always beside me. I wanted to do everything I could for them. ↗

— Pete Best

#because #beside #business #could #daughters

We were at our best when we were playing in the dance halls of Liverpool and Hamburg. The world never saw that. ↗

— Pete Best

#dance #halls #hamburg #liverpool #never

People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors. ↗

— John Betjeman

#benefactors #front #gardens #houses #interesting

I saw part of The Singing Detective on TV in New York. I said, Something is going on here. ↗

— Alain Resnais

#going #here #i #new #new york

Nay, men are so far from musing of their sins, that they disdain this practise, and scoff at it: what say they, if all were of your mind; what should become of us? Shall we be always poring on our corruptions? ↗

— Thomas Hooker

#become #corruptions #disdain #far #men

It is strange, how quickly people want to obligate their poets, as it were, on the exile. ↗

— Peter Bichsel

#how #people #poets #quickly #strange