Quote by William Congreve
Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they ha

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass. – William Congreve

Other quotes by William Congreve

They come together like the Coroners Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. – William Congreve

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Gossip
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Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear. – William Congreve

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Fear
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Hire character. Train skill. – Peter Schutz

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Business

I know the history of the record business so well because I followed Billie Holiday into the record studios. It was so primitive compared to the sophisticated business today. – Tony Bennett

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Business

The god whom science recognizes must be a God of universal laws exclusively, a God who does a wholesale, not a retail business. He cannot accommodate his processes to the convenience of individuals. – William James

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Business

I strongly believe that missionaries make better products. They care more. For a missionary, its not just about the business. There has to be a business, and the business has to make sense, but thats not why you do it. You do it because you have something meaningful that motivates you. – Jeff Bezos

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To understand is to forgive, even oneself. – Alexander Chase

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Its no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years while saying, Really, I was meant to be a ballet dancer. By then, pigs will be your style. – Quentin Crisp

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good

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them. – Thomas Merton

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But to the slave mother New Years day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns. – Harriet Ann Jacobs

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Morning