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#nuisance

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #nuisance




Here lies a nuisance dedicated to sanity.


David Low


#here #lies #nuisance #sanity

The liberty of the individual must be thus far limited; he must not make himself a nuisance to other people.


John Stuart Mill


#himself #individual #liberty #limited #make

No guest is so welcome in a friend's house that he will not become a nuisance after three days.


Plautus


#become #days #friend #guest #house

A human being must have occupation, of he or she is not to become a nuisance to the world.


Dorothy L. Sayers


#being #human #human being #must #nuisance

Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.


Emile Zola


#having #i #myself #nuisance #often

If one cannot command attention by one's admirable qualities one can at least be a nuisance.


Margery Allingham


#attention #cannot #command #least #nuisance

Property is a nuisance.


Paul Erdos


#property

When will government cease being a nuisance to everybody?


Charles Olson


#cease #everybody #government #nuisance #will

We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present, amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee, we get nervous about her, and admit censorship.


E. M. Forster


#admit #amidst #away #cannot #censorship

Nothing is a masterpiece - a real masterpiece - till it's about two hundred years old. A picture is like a tree or a church, you've got to let it grow into a masterpiece. Same with a poem or a new religion. They begin as a lot of funny words. Nobody knows whether they're all nonsense or a gift from heaven. And the only people who think anything of 'em are a lot of cranks or crackpots, or poor devils who don't know enough to know anything. Look at Christianity. Just a lot of floating seeds to start with, all sorts of seeds. It was a long time before one of them grew into a tree big enough to kill the rest and keep the rain off. And it's only when the tree has been cut into planks and built into a house and the house has got pretty old and about fifty generations of ordinary lumpheads who don't know a work of art from a public convenience, have been knocking nails in the kitchen beams to hang hams on, and screwing hooks in the walls for whips and guns and photographs and calendars and measuring the children on the window frames and chopping out a new cupboard under the stairs to keep the cheese and murdering their wives in the back room and burying them under the cellar flags, that it begins even to feel like a religion. And when the whole place is full of dry rot and ghosts and old bones and the shelves are breaking down with old wormy books that no one could read if they tried, and the attic floors are bulging through the servants' ceilings with old trunks and top-boots and gasoliers and dressmaker's dummies and ball frocks and dolls-houses and pony saddles and blunderbusses and parrot cages and uniforms and love letters and jugs without handles and bridal pots decorated with forget-me-nots and a piece out at the bottom, that it grows into a real old faith, a masterpiece which people can really get something out of, each for himself. And then, of course, everybody keeps on saying that it ought to be pulled down at once, because it's an insanitary nuisance.


Joyce Cary


#blunderbusses #christianity #crackpots #cranks #dry-rot






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