Kary Mullis's Quote - My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and l

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My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and l

My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and let us pick what we wanted for Christmas. – Kary Mullis

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Religion is inwardly focused and driven only to sustain itself. – Kary Mullis

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Science has not been successful by making up explanations of things that fit with the current social fabric. – Kary Mullis

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Science grows like a weed every year. – Kary Mullis

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Santa is very jolly because he knows where all the bad girls live. – Dennis Miller

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Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home! – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers

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Ive also just finished filming the role of Robert Brown in Just William, which is due to transmit on BBC One at Christmas. – Harry Melling

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Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesnt come from a store. – Dr. Seuss

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If you start to think about your physical or moral condition, you usually find that you are sick. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Proverbs in Prose

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Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. – Khalil Gibran

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Im not a sad person, upset the whole time, but I seem to be quite emotional. – Freddie Highmore

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[M]an is a machine made expressly for sorrow; he has only five senses with which to receive pleasure, and suffering comes to him through the whole surface of his body…. The man who does not suffer is an ill-made machine, an imperfect creature… – Claude Tillier (1801–1844), My Uncle Benjamin: A Humorous, Satirical, and

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