Quotes about Ants

As aromatic plants bestow
No spicy fragrance while they grow;
But crush'd or trodden to the ground,
Diffuse their balmy sweets around.

Oliver Goldsmith

Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.

Oliver Goldsmith

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.

Oliver Goldsmith

Kings will be tyrants from policy, when subjects are rebels from principle.

Edmund Burke

Because half-a-dozen grasshoppers under a fern make the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great cattle, reposed beneath the shadow of the British oak, chew the cud and are silent, pray do not imagine that those who make the noise are the only inhabitants of the field; that of course they are many in number; or that, after all, they are other than the little shrivelled, meagre, hopping, though loud and troublesome insects of the hour.

Edmund Burke

An idler is a watch that wants both hands,
As useless if it goes as if it stands.

William Cowper

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

William Cowper

He that holds fast the golden mean,
And lives contentedly between
The little and the great,
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door.

William Cowper

Necessity is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.

William Pitt

This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe,
For Freedom only deals the deadly blow;
Then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade,
For gentle peace in Freedom's hallowed shade.

John Quincy Adams

It sounds like stories from the laud of spirits
If any man obtains that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.
. . . . . . . . .
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man? Three treasures,--love and light,
And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath;
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,--
Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree,
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

Thomas Campbell

Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are!
From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins,
That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war,
Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.

Thomas Moore

God grants liberty only to those who love it, and are always ready to guard and defend it.

Daniel Webster

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

It is now almost my sole rule of life to clear myself of cants and formulas, as of poisonous Nessus shirts.

Thomas Carlyle

The silent organ loudest chants
The master's requiem.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

With reasonable men, I will reason; with humane men I will plead; but to tyrants I will give no quarter, nor waste arguments where they will certainly be lost.

William Lloyd Garrison

The soul aspiring pants its source to mount,
As streams meander level with their fount.

Robert Montgomery

A town that boasts inhabitants like me
Can have no lack of good society.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Little I ask; my wants are few,
I only want a hut of stone,
(A very plain brownstone will do,)
That I may call my own.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

The flag of our stately battles, not struggles of wrath and greed,
Its stripes were a holy lesson, its spangles a deathless creed:
'T was red with the blood of freemen and white with the fear of the foe;
And the stars that fight in their courses 'gainst tyrants its symbols know.

Julia Ward Howe

A face at the window,
A tap on the pane;
Who is it that wants me
To-night in the rain?

Richard Henry Stoddard

Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies?
Nay, who but infants question in such wise,
'T was one of my most intimate enemies.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose--easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.

Donald Grant Mitchell

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