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There's something so relentless and foul about Hitler and his people, and the way things progressed from year to year. It just got to me in the strangest way.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
GG Allin, Musician (1956) |
Bob Beamon, Athlete (1946) |
Edward Carpenter, Activist (1844) |
Humphrey Carpenter, Author (1946) |
Todd English, Chef (1960) |
Chris Hadfield, Astronaut (1959) |
Michael Jackson, Musician (1958) |
Charles Kettering, Inventor (1876) |
Robin Leach, Writer (1941) |
Vicki Baum, Novelist (1960) |
Michael Ende, Writer (1995) |
Manly Hall, Philosopher (1990) |
Wendell Johnson, Psychologist (1965) |