Quotes
Quotes about End
It is in the character if very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.
Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.
Our prayer and God's mercy are like two buckets in a well; while the one ascends the other descends.
The most valuable things in life are not measured in monetary terms. The really important things are not houses and lands, stocks and bonds, automobiles and real estate, but friendships, trust, confidence, empathy, mercy, love and faith.
In our amusements a certain limit is to be placed that we may not devote ourselves to a life of pleasure and thence fall into immorality. [Lat., Ludendi etiam est quidam modus retinendus, ut ne nimis omnia profundamus, elatique voluptate in aliquam turpitudinem delabamur.]
Rare indulgence produces greater pleasure. [Lat., Voluptates commendat rarior usus.]
The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain.
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
The poet is in the end probably more afraid of the dogmatist who wants to extract the message from the poem and throw the poem away than he is of the sentimentalist who says, "Oh, just let me enjoy the poem.".
Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.
The job of the poet is to render the world--to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do.
CONSIDERING THE VOID When I behold the charm of evening skies, their lulling endurance; the patterns of stars with names of bears and dogs, a swan, a virgin; other planets that the Voyager showed were like and so unlike our own, with all their diverse moons, bright discs, weird rings, and cratered faces; comets with their streaming tails bent by pressure from our sun; the skyscape of our Milky Way holding in its shimmering disc an infinity of suns (or say a thousand billion); knowing there are holes of darkness gulping mass and even light, knowing that this galaxy of ours is one of multitudes in what we call the heavens, it troubles me. It troubles me. -President Jimmy Carter- (he has written a volume of poetry as well as a novel, The Hornet's Nest, about the Revolutionary War).
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.
He koude songes make and well endite.
To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness. [Ger., In gahrend Drachengift hast du Die Milch der frommen Denkart mir verwandelt.]
There are no true friends in politics.
One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.
The 2nd amendment was never intended to allow private citizens to 'keep and bear arms.' If it had, there would have been wording such as 'the right of the People to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.' - July 27, 1992 Every good communist should know that political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.
The right of bearing arms for a lawful purpose is not a right granted by the Constitution; neither is it in any manner dependent upon that instrument for its existence.
By the end, everybody had a labelâpig, liberal, radical, revolutionary ... If you had everything but a gun, you were a radical but not a revolutionary.
Anyone that wants the presidency so much that he'll spend two years organizing and campaigning for it is not to be trusted with the office.
I do have a political agenda. It's to have as few regulations as possible.
Political campaigns are designedly made into emotional orgies which endeavor to distract attention from the real issues involved, and they actually paralyze what slight powers of cerebration man can normally muster.
Nothing is quite so wretchedly corrupt as an aristocracy which has lost its power but kept its wealth and which still has endless leisure to devote to nothing but banal enjoyments. All its great thoughts and passionate energy are things of the past, and nothing but a host of petty, gnawing vices now cling to it like worms to a corpse.
The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed [and hence clamorous to be led to safety] by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.
