There's so few people in this town with a conscience.
Baltimore never changes much. People aren't impressed by anything. It's great; it's not a trendy town.
Ask yourself whether our language is complete--whether it was so before the symbolism of chemistry and the notation of the infinitesimal calculus were incorporated in it; for these are, so to speak, suburbs of our language. (And how many houses or streets does it take before a town begins to be a town?) Our language can be seen as an ancient city: a maze of little streets and squares, of old and new houses, and of houses with additions from various periods; and this surrounded by a multitude of new boroughs with straight regular streets and uniform houses.
Of course, an English aristocrat might have some contact with the staff downstairs and could adequately say a thing or two about inter-class dramas unfolding in the household. But something less parochial might be harder to come by. This is relevant because stories about the divisiveness of class are by definition stories that straddle class boundaries. A story about a miner in a mining town is not obviously one that speaks to the divisiveness of class. In other words, class doesn't just divide us in the world but it also divides us in the stories we're presented.
Black people should have recognition for themselves and their backgrounds and their relationships with other people in the world and thus lose some of their alienation. This museum has certainly stood for that in this town.
We could do some household and neighborhood or town wind energy. But even this will run up eventually against the problem of needing an underlying fossil fuel economy to fabricate the hardware. Same with photovoltaic (solar) energy. We're going to be disappointed by what these things can do for us.
Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up. " Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor. . . I am Pagliacci.
No it isn't very pretty, what a town without pity can do.
Detroit's a great music town. If your interaction with it was mainly musical, I'm sure you have a good opinion of the place.
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
I grew up in a really small town with not a lot of money, and I liked singing, but it was just something that was a hobby.
The Tea Party thing is only apt in some ways. The activism in the town halls, that looks superficially like it. But what the Tea Party did was, they went after the party, the Republican Party, as their vehicle. And parties is how you change history.
It is desirable that a man live in all respects so simply and preparedly that if an enemy take the town. . . he can walk out the gate empty-handed and without anxiety.
I am on the road all the time. Whether I'm in Paris or in a small college town in Texas, I can't tell the difference, and that's good. You don't have to leave where you were born to be cool anymore.
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.
I love Chatsworth, Winchester Cathedral, Edinburgh Castle. . . Every time I'm in the vicinity of something old and worth looking at, I try to go. You don't even have to leave your home town to see some places. How many Londoners have seen the crown jewels? Not many, and they'll blow you away, I promise.
It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.
It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born
Stand-up for me is usually a weekend thing. I go out of town and just do it.
A literary movement: five or six people who live in the same town and hate each other.