Quotes
Quotes about War
O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware.
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
God bless us every one, prayed Tiny Tim, Crippled and dwarfed of body yet so tall Of soul, we tiptoe earth to look on him, High towering over all.
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Martha Stewart stuffed and roasted canaries and found they could no longer sing.
The future can be anything we want it to be, providing we have the faith and that we realize that peace, no less than war, required "blood and sweat and tears.".
Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed, thy southern flight? ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the Spring? Whither away?
Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward.
We get no good By being ungenerous, even to a book, And calculating profits--so much help By so much reading. It is rather when We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound, Impassioned for its beauty, and salt of truth-- 'Tis then we get the right good from a book.
The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through his iron, through his blood. [Ger., Zwar der Tapfere nennt sich Herr der Lander Durch sein Eisen, durch sein Blut.]
Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone As when the Organ's music rolls; No gold rewards, but song alone, The deeds of great and noble souls. [Ger., Hoch klingt das Lied vom braven Mann, Wie Orgelton und Glockenklang; Wer hohes Muths sich ruhmen kann Den lohnt nicht Gold, den lohnt Gesang.]
At the bottom of a good deal of the bravery that appears in the world there lurks a miserable cowardice. Men will face powder and steel because they cannot face public opinion.
The coward calls the brave man rash, the rash man calls him a coward.
A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
'Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader; Some by a place--as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash--but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.
A sacred burden is this life ye bear: Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly. Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin, But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.
It's time to reappreciate the original software: paper.
Whales only get harpooned when they come to the surface, and turtles can only move forward when they stick their neck out, but investors face risk no matter what they do.
If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer
In war, events of importance are the result of trivial causes.
The bird alighteth not on the spread net when it beholds another bird in the snare. Take warning by the misfortunes of others, that others may not take example from you.
Caution is not cowardly. Carelessness is not courage
Beware of one who flatters unduly; he will also censure unjustly.
