Perhaps God chose me to be an atheist?
BILL VAUGHANMost people – and particularly people whose lives have nothing to do with books at all – are intrigued by the idea that somebody wants to listen to them and get it right.
More Bill Vaughan Quotes
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Some idea of inflation comes from seeing a youngster get his first job at a salary you dreamed of as the culmination of your career.
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Middle age is when you realize that you’ll never live long enough to try all the recipes you spent thirty years clipping out of newspapers and magazines.
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In the next century it will be the early mechanical bird which get the first plastic worm out of the artificial grass.
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The true antidote to greed is contentment. If you have a strong sense of contentment, it doesn’t matter whether you obtain the object of your desire or not. Either way, you are still content.
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By the age of twenty, any young man should know whether or not he is to be a specialist and just where his tastes lie.
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Nor all America can claim him now: Forevermore he is Mankind’s and God’s.
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Pipe-smokers spend so much time cleaning, filling and fooling with their pipes, they don’t have time to get into mischief.
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Keep right on to the end of the road, Keep right on to the end. Tho’the way be long let your heart be strong, Keep right on round the bend. T
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All the problems of the world – child labor, corruption – are symptoms of a spiritual disease: lack of compassion.
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The eyes are the amulets of the mind.
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Managers at [the nuclear] sector should know that we need diplomacy and not slogans, .. This [is] where we should use all our leverages with patience and wisdom, without provocation and slogans that can give pretexts to the enemies.
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The Universe knows itself and expands itself through me.
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The wolf changes his coat, but not his disposition.
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Blushes are the rainbow of modesty.
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Where would the gardener be if there were no more weeds?
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