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«The prophet and the martyr do not see the hooting throng. Their eyes are fixed on the eternities.»
«When I first became interested in photography, I thought it was the whole cheese. My idea was to have it recognized as one of the fine arts. Today I don't give a hoot in hell about that. The mission of photography is to explain man to man and each man to himself.»
«There's only a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.»
«Americans play to win at all times. I wouldn't give a hoot and hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost nor ever lose a war.»
«Owls would have hooted in St Peter's choir,/ And foxes stunk and littered in St Paul's.»
«No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?»
«The man who doesn't relax and hoot a few hoots voluntarily, now and then, is in great danger of hooting hoots and standing on his head for the edification of the pathologist and trained nurse, a little later on.»
«The folk that live in Liverpool, their heart is in their boots; / They go to hell like lambs, they do, because the hooter hoots.»
«Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''»