SPECIALIZED KNOWLEDGE is among the most plentiful, and the…

While not widely reported, our victories in Iraq are plentiful. National elections, a democratic parliament and the drafting of a constitution are just some…

— Paul Gillmor

Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.

— Buffalo Bill

Here on the edge of the river, the motifs are very plentiful, the same subject seen from a different angle gives a subject for…

— Paul Cezanne

The Sundaies of man's life, Thredded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal, glorious King. On Sunday heaven's…

— George Herbert

Stupidity is the basic building block of the universe.

— Frank Zappa

To vest a few fallible men — prosecutors, judges, jurors — with vast powers of literary or artistic censorship, to convert them into what…

— Jerome Frank

Work is hard. Distractions are plentiful. And time is short.

— Adam Hochschild

This could be our revolution: to love what is plentiful as much as what's scarce.

— Alice Walker

For those dependent on their gardens for fresh food, it was often a case of feast or famine... (One settler wrote), "Strawberries were now…

— Bee Dawson

Food insecurity and hunger are serious threats to children's health, growth, and development. The idea of not being able to put plentiful, nutritious food…

— Samantha Harris

Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber…

— William Shakespeare

America's workers face a battle for their jobs. They are the finest workers in the world. American workers grow, harvest, and mine some of…

— Anonymous

Foolish jokers are thick on the ground, and it rains insects of that sort everywhere. A good joker is a rarity; even a man…

— Jean de la Bruyere

Cows, after leaving the low lands near the coast, are found to be plentiful everywhere, and to produce milk in small quantities, from which…

— Anonymous

Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had a name:…

— Pablo Neruda