Poor God, how often He is blamed for all the suffering in the world. It’s like praising Satan for allowing all the good that happens.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIIt’s not unpatriotic to denounce an injustice committed on our behalf, perhaps it’s the most patriotic thing we can do.
More E. A. Bucchianeri Quotes
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An acquaintance merely enjoys your company, a fair-weather companion flatters when all is well, a true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.
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We are the sum total of the decisions we have made.
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You can’t enjoy art or books in a hurry.
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There are some things you can’t learn at any university, except for one, the University of Life… the only college where everyone is a permanent student.
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It is unfortunate that in most cases when the sins of the father fall on the son it is because unlike God, people refuse to forgive and forget and heap past wrongs upon innocent generations.
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To be, or not to be: what a question!
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Well, if it can be thought, it can be done, a problem can be overcome.
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Speed is not always a constituent to great work, the process of creation should be given time and thought.
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In fine, a life of good or evil, the hope of Heaven or the despair of Hell, Faustus stands as a reminder that the choice between these two absolutes also falls to us.
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It’s an artist’s right to rebel against the world’s stupidity.
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It’s the unknown that draws people.
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Evil influence is like a nicotine patch, you cannot help but absorb what sticks to you.
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You’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.
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The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
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I am an artist you know … it is my right to be odd.
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