#ma

The white man's blood and bones have begotten this bronze race, and bequeathed to it in some degree qualities, tendencies, capabilities, such as are the inheritance of the highest order of human animals. ↗

— Fanny Kemble

#bequeathed #blood #bones #bronze #capabilities

When I was much younger, I sometimes felt rejected by feminists because of an image that I sold because it paid the bills. Any fool could tell my hair is dyed. ↗

— Felicity Kendal

#because #bills #could #dyed #felt

Maybe I've got to admit that what I did here was enough. I can make some more films. Maybe I'll direct a film. Maybe I'll have my musical put on stage. But nothing, really, to be absolutely honest, competes with making a very successful pop band for 10 years of my life. ↗

— Gary Kemp

#admit #band #did #direct #enough

A political convention is not a place where you can come away with any trace of faith in human nature. ↗

— Murray Kempton

#away #come #convention #faith #human

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. ↗

— Thomas Ken

#dread #grave #i #little #live

Every woman feels she is too old and has missed the boat. ↗

— Felicity Kendal

#every #feels #missed #old #she

Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#impossible #inevitable #make #peaceful #revolution

Asian countries produce eight times as many engineering bachelors as the United States, and the number of U.S. students graduating at the masters and PhD levels in these areas is declining. ↗

— Mark Kennedy

#asian #asian countries #bachelors #countries #declining

Israel is one of the easiest places to play ball. When I say easy I am referring to the easy lifestyle an athlete has while in Israel. It's very easy to get around the country, because it's so small. ↗

— Michael Kennedy

#around #athlete #ball #because #country

Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby] ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#monsters #nightmare #poets #faith