Quote by Anthony Holden
Well the wedding in the words of the Archbishop of Canterbury was

Well the wedding in the words of the Archbishop of Canterbury was a fairy tale and there was a huge public impress, investment of goodwill, affection and indeed money in this Institution. It was a huge success at the time. – Anthony Holden

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I remember a moment when the Prince went back to his old school, Grammar School in Melbourne, and slightly to his horror his old music teacher produced a cello. – Anthony Holden

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teacher
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Whether he likes it or not, a man’s character is stripped at the poker table; if the other players read him better than he does, he has only himself to blame. Unless he is both able and prepared to see himself as others do, flaws and all, he will be a loser in cards, as in life. – Anthony Holden

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Poker
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The architect, Peter Arens who is the monstrous carbuncle architect, not merely did his design which had won a public competition never get built but his practice suffered financially for some years. – Anthony Holden

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design
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I was the official wedding photographer at one of my best friends weddings. Fortunately she was one of the most easygoing brides ever, so she made it easy for me. – Natalie Coughlin

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A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over. – Honore de Balzac

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I want a big church wedding. – Sienna Miller

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The wedding took place in Vermont, where they have legalized gay civil unions, and I married a woman. – Craig Ferguson

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ARCHITECTURE, n: The art of how to waste space. – Philip Johnson

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Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. – William Shakespeare

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If you dont have any fight in you, you might as well be dead. – Scott Caan

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We need the tonic of wildness, to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground. – Henry David Thoreau

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