George Will
George Will
George Frederick Willis an American newspaper columnist and political commentator. He is a Pulitzer Prize–winner known for his conservative commentary on politics. In 1986, The Wall Street Journal called him "perhaps the most powerful journalist in America," in a league with Walter Lippmann...
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth4 May 1941
whiskey throat procession
Whiskey: a torchligh procession marching down your throat.
laughter heart tired
We are tired who follow after fantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter stain our hearts with richest dyes.
forgive-me joy forgiving
Forgive me, Spirit of my spirit, for this, that I have found it easier to read the mystery told in tears and understood Thee better in sorrow than in joy.
couple thinking piano
I haven't written an awful lot recently, but I think I probably will start again very shortly. Being so much on the road, when you have a couple of weeks off, you're likely to avoid sitting at the piano, and taping, and giving yourself more work to do.
teamwork loss men
There is no such thing as a self-made man. You will reach your goals only with the help of others.
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Loving life is a two-way street... We don't receive care and compassion if we don't extend them to others.
gratitude cheer murphys-law
Nobody notices when things go right.
swings merry-go-round rounds
What You Lose on the Swings You Make Up on the Merry-Go-Round,
good-luck long luck
Good luck reaches farther than long arms.
mouths lawyer hell
The lawyer's pouch is a mouth of hell.
faults hunger culinary
Hunger finds no fault with the cookery.
kings flower eye
If on creation's morn the king of heaven To shrubs and flowers a sovereign lord had given, O beauteous rose, he had anointed thee Of shrubs and flowers the sovereign lord to be; The spotless emblem of unsullied truth, The smile of beauty and the glow of youth, The garden's pride, the grace of vernal bowers, The blush of meadows, and the eye of flowers.
feelings magic cold-hearted
The smile that illumines the features of beauty, When kindled by virtue, alluring appears; But smiles, tho' alluring, no magic can borrow, To vie with the softness of beauty in tears. The smiles that are sweetest are often deceiving; Too often a mask which the cold-hearted wears; But a tear is the holiest offspring of feeling, And monarchs are weak before beauty in tears.
dream flower heart
There is nothing can equal the tender hours When life is first in bloom, When the heart like a bee, in a wild of flowers, Finds everywhere perfume; When the present is all and it questions not If those flowers shall pass away, But pleased with its own delightful lot, Dreams never of decay.