Quotes
Quotes about Vice
When watching men of power in action it must be always kept in mind that, whether they know it or not, their main purpose is the elimination or neutralization of the independent individual- the independent voter, consumer, worker, owner, thinker- and that every device they employ aims at turning men into a manipulable "animated instrument" which is Aristotle's definition of a slave.
The true secret of giving advice is, after you have honestly given it, to be perfectly indifferent whether it is taken or not, and never persist in trying to set people right.
The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.
The American people would not want to know of any misquotes that Dan Quayle may or may not make. â¢Vice President Dan Quayle Quoting: the act of repeating erroneously the words of another. â¢Ambrose Bierce You could compile the worst book in the world entirely out of selected passages from the best writes in the world.
Reason, however able, cool at best, Cares not for service, or but serves when prest, Stays till we call, and then not often near.
I believe God is managing affairs and that He doesn't need any advice from me. With God in charge, I believe everything will work out for the best in the end. So what is there to worry about.
You can change your faith without changing gods, and vice versa.
Faith in the ability of a leader is of slight service unless it be united with faith in his justice.
When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out.
Whoever . . . prefers the service of princes before his duty to his Creator, will be sure, early or late, to repent in vain.
I am closing my 52 years of military service. When I joined the army, even before the turn of the century, it was the fulfillment of all my boyish hopes and dreams. The world has turned over many times since I took the oath on the plain at West Point, and the hopes and dreams have long since vanished, but I still remember the refrain of one of the most barracks ballads of that day which proclaimed most proudly that old soldiers never die; they just fade away. And like the old soldier of that ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye.
Would that the Roman people had but one neck! [Lat., Utinam populus Romanus unam cervicem haberet!]
Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will.
No society has been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of death, our thirst for the absolute. It is the human condition that directs the social condition, not vice versa.
It is as hard to satirize well a man of distinguished vices, as to praise well a man of distinguished virtues.
I never pick up an item without thinking of how I might improve it. I never perfected an invention that I did not think about in terms of the service it might give others. I want to save and advance human life, not destroy it. I am proud of the fact that I never invented weapons to kill. The dove is my emblem.
Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.
Because authority, though it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself That skins the vice o' th' top; go to your bosom, Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice--no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.
When I have attempted to join myself to others by services, it proved an intellectual trick,--no more. They eat your service like apples, and leave you out. But love them, and they feel you, and delight in you all the time.
The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.
I am an ass indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have served him from the hour of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me with beating.
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love Wilt creep in service where it cannot go.
Small service is true service while it lasts: Of humblest friends, bright Creature! scorn not one; The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew drop from the Sun.
