#chap

I'm not 40 yet. I wouldn't even bother comparing myself to Chaplin. ↗

— Robert Downey, Jr.

#chaplin #comparing #even #i #myself

When I was a child of six or seven my father would show me the chapter in the prophet Isaiah where the name Immanuel is found; more than once he spoke to me of the faith he put in me. ↗

— Immanuel Velikovsky

#child #faith #father #found #i

The public has always expected me to be a playboy, and a decent chap never lets his public down. ↗

— Errol Flynn

#chap #decent #down #expected #his

I was writing a chapter of Beautiful Evidence on the subject of the sculptural pedestal, which led to my thinking about what's up on the pedestal - the great leader. ↗

— Edward Tufte

#beautiful #chapter #evidence #great #i

Opening yourself up to making mistakes and being vulnerable is what makes it beautiful and special with the person you love. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#beauty

The NFL has been an amazing page in this chapter of my life. I pray that all successive adventures offer me the same potential for growth, success and most importantly fun. ↗

— Ricky Williams

#amazing #been #chapter #fun #growth

It seems to me that, in every culture, I come across a chapter headed "Wisdom." And then I know exactly what is going to follow: "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity." ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#chapter #come #culture #every #exactly

If you know anything about James Whitcomb Riley, you know that Little Orphan Annie is one of the most fantastic characters who ever lived in America before Charlie Chaplin. ↗

— Marguerite Young

#america #annie #anything #before #chaplin

I would say a good leader brings results. A great leader writes a new story, it's different. Obviously a new story has to incorporate a lot of results. But a story is a chapter in the life of a company that people want to write and want to remember. ↗

— Carlos Ghosn

#chapter #company #different #good #good leader

He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over the hills of New Mexico. It was like a great violet velvet mantle thrown down in the sun; all the shades that the dyers and weavers of Italy and France strove for through centuries, the violet that is full of rose colour and is yet not lavender; the blue that becomes almost pink and then retreats again into sea-dark purple—the true Episcopal colour and countless variations of it. ↗

— Willa Cather

#chapter-i #death