Nothing's more dull and negligent Than an old, lazy government, That knows no interest of state, But such as serves a present strait.
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state; An hour may lay it in the dust.
If you want to understand your government, don't begin by reading the Constitution. (It conveys precious little of the flavor of today's statecraft.) Instead, read selected portions of the Washington telephone directory containing listings for all the organizations with titles beginning with the word National.
Government, even in its best state, is but a necessary evil; in its worst state, an intolerable one.
In a state-run society the government promises you security. But it's a false promise predicated on the idea that the opposite of security is risk. Nothing could be further from the truth. The opposite of security is insecurity, and the only way to overcome insecurity is to take risks. The gentle government that promises to hold your hand as you cross the street refuses to let go on the other side.
Stately and tall he moves in the hall, The chief of a thousand for grace.
So let his name through Europe ring! A man of mean estate, Who dies as firm as Sparta's king, Because his soul was great.
What we call real estate--the solid ground to build a house on--is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one-directionally, without regret or reservation.
All history is a Bible--a thing stated in words by me more than once.
I haven't, in the 23 years that I have been in the uniformed services of the United States of America, ever violated an order - not one.
Intolerance has been the curse of every age and state.
We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished-for state. When did history become a bad word?
The stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land.
Estate agents. You can't live with them, you can't live with them. The first sign of these nasty purulent sores appeared round about 1894. With their jangling keys, nasty suits, revolting beards, moustaches and tinted spectacles, estate agents roam the land causing perturbation and despair. If you try and kill them, you're put in prison: if you try and talk to them, you vomit. There's only one thing worse than an estate agent but at least that can be safely lanced, drained and surgically dressed. Estate agents. Love them or loathe them, you'd be mad not to loathe them.
Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.
Madame, that you may know the state of the rest of my misfortune, there is nothing left to me but honor, and my life, which is saved. [Lat., Madame, pour vous faire savoir comme se porte le reste de mon infortune, de toutes choses m'est demeure que l'honneur et la vie qui est sauve.]
Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good. -Vaclav Havel.
For He, who gave this vast machine to roll, Breathed Life in then, in us a Reasoning Soul; That kindred feelings might our state improve, And mutual wants conduct to mutual love.
Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into day through twilight.
My dear Sir, take any road, you can't go amiss. The whole state is one vast insane asylum.
What this power is, I cannot say. All I know is that it exists...and it becomes available only when you are in that state of mind in which you know exactly what you want...and are fully determined not to quit until you get it.
Praying without ceasing is not ritualized, nor are there even words. It is a constant state of awareness of oneness with God.
What this power is I cannot say; all I know is that it exists and it becomes available only when a man is in that state of mind in which he knows exactly what he wants and is fully determined not to quit until he finds it.
Intolerance has been the curse of every age and state.