A Quote by Pierre-Antoine-Augustin de Piis

One awakens, one rises, one dresses, and one goes forth;
One returns, one dines, one sups, one retires and one sleeps. — © Pierre-Antoine-Augustin de Piis
One awakens, one rises, one dresses, and one goes forth; One returns, one dines, one sups, one retires and one sleeps.
Pride that dines on vanity, sups on contempt.
A cultivated reader of history is domesticated in all families; he dines with Pericles, and sups with Titian.
When the sun sleeps, the darkness awakens! When the shepherd disappears, the wolf appears on the horizon!
God sleeps in the rock, dreams in the plant, stirs in the animal, and awakens in man.
God sleeps in the minerals, awakens in plants, walks in animals, and thinks in man.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.
A great man scarcely knows how he dines, how he dresses; but without railing or precision, his living is natural and poetic.
In San Francisco - life goes on. Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain. The sound of music floats down a dark street. A young girl looks out a window and wishes she were married. A drunk sleeps under a bridge. It is tomorrow.
I have trust that we humans can resolve the problems that we have created. There is a Sanskrit saying that I subscribe to and I like very much, that "God sleeps in the minerals, awakens in plants, walks in the animals, and thinks in Man."
He who sups with the devil had better have a long spoon. The devilry of modernity has its own magic: The [believer] who sups with it will find his spoon getting shorter and shorter--until that last supper in which he is left alone at the table, with no spoon at all and with an empty plate. The devil, one may guess, will by then have gone away to more interesting company.
Some only break their Fast, and so away: Others stay to Dinner, and depart full fed: The deepest Age but Sups, and goes to Bed: He's most in debt that lingers out the Day: Who dies betime, has less, and less to pay.
The female that loves unrequited sleeps, And the male that loves unrequited sleeps, The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps, And the enraged and treacherous dispositions, all, all sleep.
The city sleeps and the country sleeps, the living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, the old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife; and these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them, and such as it is to be of these more or less I am, and of these one and all I weave the song of myself.
Scouting rises within you and inspires you to put forth your best.
He should release the tax returns tomorrow. It's crazy. You've got to release six, eight, ten years back tax returns. Take the hit for a day or two. He has to give a big speech in defense of capitalism, and that will elevate, I think, this race above this tactical back and forth, which I do think he's on the margin of losing.
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