#rio

For one thing I tend not to see myself in various moulds that people fit me into. ↗

— Paul Wolfowitz

#i #into #me #myself #one thing

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self. ↗

— Elijah Wood

#fellow #fellow men #former #lies #men

The Almighty has fixed the distinction of the races; the Almighty has made the black man inferior, and sir, by no legislation, by no partisan success, by no revolution, by no military power, can you wipe out this distinction. ↗

— Fernando Wood

#black #distinction #fixed #inferior #legislation

It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed any longer. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

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He who lives in the single exercise of his mental faculties, however usefully or curiously directed, is equally an imperfect animal with the man who knows only the exercise of muscles. ↗

— Francis Wright

#curiously #directed #equally #exercise #faculties

God is the great mysterious motivator of what we call nature, and it has often been said by philosophers, that nature is the will of God. And I prefer to say that nature is the only body of God that we shall ever see. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#body #call #ever #god #great

Organic architecture seeks superior sense of use and a finer sense of comfort, expressed in organic simplicity. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#comfort #expressed #finer #organic #seeks

Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect. ↗

— Steven Wright

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My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountainside Let freedom ring! My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our father's God to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing. Long may our land be bright, With freedom's holy light, Protect us by Thy might, Great God our King. ↗

— Samuel Francis Smith

#patriotic #poem #song #freedom

Actually, I've never thought myself as being a particularly hard worker. I've always worked, and I guess my mind is busy all the time. I've been in a lot of things just because of my own intellectual curiosity. ↗

— Sam Wyly

#always #because #been #being #busy