Living here on Earth, we breathe the rhythms of a universe that extends infinitely above us. When resonant harmonies arise between this vast outer cosmos and the inner human cosmos, poetry is born.
Art is a tool by which society extends its perception.
If there is one great power, and the great power has taken upon itself the right to preempt and is choosing for itself when and in what circumstances it's going to do that, obviously it leads people in the rest of the world to wonder how far this doctrine extends.
I've never been very attached to genre labels and never set out intentionally to write historic fiction. Besides, what you consider historic depends on how far back your memory extends.
I personally love a cliffhanger - I think it just extends the pleasure of viewing.
All of us are citizens in a republic much larger than the Republic of America. It is the Republic of Letters, a realm of the mind that extends everywhere, without police, national boundaries, or disciplinary frontiers.
Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.
A tale is born from an image, and the image extends and creates a network of meanings that are always equivocal.
I don't believe in jogging. It extends your life - but by exactly the amount of time you spend jogging.
I put on weight like Santa Claus. I just get this belly that kind of extends out.
America thrives on identity politics, left and right. But France is opposed to the idea. Since the Revolution, the French have enthroned the idea of universalism. All of us must be equal before the law as abstract individuals, and that extends to the arts.
Socialism, on the contrary, extends its function to the description of society as it should be, and the discovery of the means of making it what it should be.
My desire to curtail undue freedom of speech extends only to such public areas as restaurants, airports, streets, hotel lobbies, parks, and department stores. Verbal exchanges between consenting adults in private are as of little interest to me as they probably are to them.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of other pessimists.
Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.
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