Quote by Maya Angelou
I believe we are still so innocent. The species are still so innoc

I believe we are still so innocent. The species are still so innocent that a person who is apt to be murdered believes that the murderer, just before he puts the final wrench on his throat, will have enough compassion to give him one sweet cup of water. – Maya Angelou

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Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence — neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish — it is an imponderably valuable gift. – Maya Angelou

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Ive learned that you shouldnt go through life with a catchers mitt on both hands you need to be able to throw something back. – Maya Angelou

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At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice. – Maya Angelou

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Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

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Generally the theories we believe we call facts, and the facts we disbelieve we call theories. – Felix Cohen

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Every man prefers belief to the exercise of judgment. – Seneca

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He does not believe who does not live according to his belief. – Thomas Fuller

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