Quote by Ronald Reagan
Information is the oxygen of the modern age. It seeps through the

Information is the oxygen of the modern age. It seeps through the walls topped by barbed wire, it wafts across the electrified borders. – Ronald Reagan

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Let us be sure that those who come after will say of us in our time, that in our time we did everything that could be done. We finished the race we kept them free we kept the faith. – Ronald Reagan

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The best minds are not in government. If any were, business would steal them away. – Ronald Reagan

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I call upon the scientific community in our country, those who gave us nuclear weapons, to turn their great talents now to the cause of mankind and world peace: to give us the means of rendering these nuclear weapons impotent and obsolete. – Ronald Reagan

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When I was at school, I was in choirs more than anything else, from a very young age, about 9 years old. And then I started taking drum lessons. – Ben Barnes

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I want to sell to people my own age, because thats the way I write songs. – John Mellencamp

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Old age though despised, is coveted by all. – Proverb

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Whoever, fleeing marriage and the sorrows that women cause, does not wish to wed comes to a deadly old age. – Hesiod

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Our enemies are our evil deeds and their memories, our pride, our selfishness, our malice, our passions, which by conscience or by habit pursue us with a relentlessness past the power of figure to express. – George A. Smith

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I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of work, because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you dont always want to do. The machinery is always going. Even when you sleep. – Andy Warhol

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We may sit in our library and yet be in all quarters of the earth. – John Lubbock

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Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans. – William Blake

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