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One has not great hopes from Birmingham. I always say there is som

One has not great hopes from Birmingham. I always say there is something direful in the sound. – Jane Austen

Other quotes by Jane Austen

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. – Jane Austen

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I am afraid that the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety. – Jane Austen

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It is always incomprehensible to a man that a woman should ever refuse an offer of marriage. – Jane Austen

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Other Quotes from
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Washington is no place for a good actor. The competition from bad actors is too great. – Fred A. Allen

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In the small town each citizen had done something in his own way to build the community. The town booster had a vision of the future which he tried to fulfill. The suburb dweller by contrast started with the future – Daniel J. Boorstin

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Ive been in many of them and to some extent I would have to say this: If youve seen one city slum youve seen them all. – Spiro T. Agnew

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I found Rome brick, I left it marble. – Caesar Augustus

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Ive learned to stay away from publicity addicts, people who want to be famous for no reason. – Paz de la Huerta

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I think people are realizing that engineering and science are extremely good degrees to get and youll be very highly paid once youve got them. – James Dyson

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The sage does not hoard. The more he helps others, the more he benefits himself, The more he gives to others, the more he gets himself. The Way of Heaven does one good but never does one harm. The Way of the sage is to act but not to compete. – Lao Tzu

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So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold. – John Edward Masefield

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