The several sorts of religion in the world are little more than so many spiritual monopolies.
Anyone can see a forest fire. Skill lies in sniffing the first smoke.
Sin lies only in hurting others unnecessarily. All other "sins" are invented nonsense.
For piety lies not in being often seen turning a veiled head to stones, nor in approaching every altar, nor in lying prostrate...before the temples of the gods, nor in sprinkling altars with the blood of beasts...but rather in being able to look upon all things with a mind at peace.
Since sorrow never comes too late And happiness too swiftly flies.
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave, His soul goes marching on.
Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time.
When I played ball, I didn't play for fun... It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a contest and everything that implies, a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.
The winds grow high; Impending tempests charge the sky; The lightning flies, the thunder roars; And big waves lash the frightened shores.
Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength.
To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise.
Can it be, O Christ in heaven, that the holiest suffer most, That the strongest wander furthest, and more hopelessly are lost?
Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies, There to dispose this treasure in mine arms And secretly to greet the empress's friends.
Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Maeander.
Tact is one of the first mental virtues, the absence of which is often fatal to the best of talents; it supplies the place of many talents.
A spoonful of honey will catch more flies than a gallon of vinegar.
Tact is one of the first mental virtues, the absence of which is often fatal to the best of talents; it supplies the place of many talents.
All his reverend wit Lies in his wardrobe.
It takes little talent to see clearly what lies under one's nose, a good deal of it to know in which direction to point that organ.
With vollies of eternal babble.
Between good sense and good taste there lies the difference between a cause and its effect.
Grave is the Master's look; his forehead wears Thick rows of wrinkles, prints of worrying cares: Uneasy lies the heads of all that rule, His worst of all whose kingdom is a school. Supreme he sits; before the awful frown That binds his brows the boldest eye goes down; Not more submissive Israel heard and saw At Sinai's foot the Giver of the Law.
And since the stench of death will always attract flies and vermin, the arrival of Geraldo was perhaps inevitable.