Oct 3, 2019
William Blake – Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for… Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. William Blake
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William Blake – Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for… Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. William Blake
Leonardo da Vinci – The truth of things is the chief nutrime… The truth of things is the chief nutriment of superior intellects. Leonardo da Vinci
Arthur Schopenhauer - Rascals are always sociable, more's th...
Arthur Schopenhauer – Rascals are always sociable, more’s th…
Rascals are always sociable, more’s the pity! and the chief sign that a man has any nobility in his character is the little pleasure he takes in others’ company. Arthur Schopenhauer
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A city is where you can sign a petition, boo the chief justice, fish off a pier.... Author: Herb Caen
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A city is where you can sign a petition, boo the chief justice, fish off a pier.... Author: Herb Caen
A city is where you can sign a petition, boo the chief justice, fish off a pier, gaze at a hippopotamus, buy a flower at the corner, or get a good hamburger or a bad girl at 4 A.M. A city is where sirens make white streaks of sound in the sky and foghorns speak in dark grays. San Francisco is such a city.
Author: Herb Caen