#ty

I was a pretty good imitator of Roy Acuff, but then I found out they already had a Roy Acuff, so I started singin' like myself. ↗

— Hank Williams

#found #good #had #i #imitator

Human beings like variety, and they also like partnership... these are scientific values we can point to. ↗

— Susie Bright

#beings #human #human beings #like #partnership

Politics are usually the executive expression of human immaturity. ↗

— Vera Brittain

#expression #human #immaturity #politics #usually

Nothing surpasses the beauty and elegance of a bad idea. ↗

— Craig Bruce

#bad idea #beauty #elegance #idea #nothing

There is no single development, in either technology or management technique, which by itself promises even one order-of-magnitude improvement within a decade in productivity, in reliability, in simplicity. ↗

— Frederick P. Brooks, Jr.

#development #either #even #improvement #itself

All of us should have free choice when it comes to patriotic displays... a government wisely acting within its bounds will earn loyalty and respect from its citizens. A government dare not demand the same. ↗

— Jesse Ventura

#bounds #choice #citizens #comes #dare

I began working with the John Muir Institute and then started helping found Friends of the Earth organizations here and there in other countries. That pretty well brings us up to the present. ↗

— David R. Brower

#brings #countries #earth #found #friends

I love sneakers on a girl. I don't know why, but I guess it's because I'm still a young. I really like just like a girl who has style - a girl who does her own thing, is unique in what she's wearing and works what she's got. ↗

— Chris Brown

#does #girl #got #guess #her

One of the lies that we tell ourselves is that we're making progress; but Huey's chair's empty. ↗

— H. Rap Brown

#empty #huey #lies #making #ourselves

An Evening Air I go out in the grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. I go out into the hard loneliness of the barren field of grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. In the gathering darkness a long, swift train suddenly Passes me like a lighting. Hard and ponderous and loud are the wheels. As ponderous as the darkness, and as beautiful. I look on, enchanted, and listen to the sounds of lamentation In the soft fragrant air. The long rails, grey-dark, smooth as a serpent, shiver, and A soft, low thing cries out in the distance, But the sounds are hard and heavy, In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. ↗

— Samar Sen

#flowers #night #beauty