Quotes
Quotes about Gain
I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man.
Umbrellas, like faces, acquire a certain sympathy with the individual who carries them. . . . May it not be said of the bearers of these inappropriate umbrellas, that they go about the streets "with a lie in their right hand?" . . . Except in a very few cases of hypocrisy joined to a powerful intellect, men, not by nature, umbrellarians, have tried again and again to become so by art, and yet have failed--have expended their patrimony in the purchase of umbrella after umbrella, and yet have systematically lost them, and have finally, with contrite spirits and strunken purses, given up their vain struggle, and relied on theft and borrowing for the remainder of their lives.
Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round, And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd? No; the dead know it not, nor profit gain; It only serves to prove the living vain.
He that is not with me is against me: and he that gathereth not with me scattereth.
Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain: Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Before this time to-morrow I shall have gained a peerage, or Westminister Abbey.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
For when the One Great Scorer comes to mark against your name, He writes--not that you won or lost--but how you played the Game.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
Violence has no constitutional sanction; and every government from the beginning has moved against it. But where grievances pile high and most of the elected spokesmen represent the Establishment, violence may be the only effective response.
It is organized violence on top which creates individual violence at the bottom. It is the accumulated indignation against organized wrong, organized crime, organized injustice, which drives the political offender to act.
Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.
Cold blows the wind against the hill, And cold upon the plain; I sit me by the bank, until The violets come again.
And be on they guard against the good and the just! They would fain curcify those who devise their own virtueâ they hate the lonesome ones.
Only when we give joyfully, without hesitation or thought of gain, can we truly know what love means.
I shall pass through this world but once. Any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.
When a fellow tells me he's bipartisan, I know he's going to vote against me.
I hope that no American . . . will waste his franchise and throw away his vote by voting either for me or against me solely on account of my religious affiliation. It is not relevant.
Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.
Oft he that doth abide Is cause of his own paine, But he that flieth in good tide Perhaps may fight again.
He who flies at the right time can fight again. [Lat., Celuy qui fuit bonne heure Peut combattre derechef.]
And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Sixteen hours ago an American airplane dropped one bomb on Hiroshima.... The force from which the sun draws its power has been loosed against those who brought war to the Far East.
We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is ourself against ourselves.
If war should sweep our commerce from the seas, another generation will restore it. If war exhausts our treasury, future industry will replenish it. If war desiccate and lay waste our fields, under new cultivation they will grow green again and ripen to future harvest. If the walls of yonder Capitol should fall and its decorations be covered by the dust of battle, all these can be rebuilt. But who shall reconstruct the fabric of a demolished government; who shall dwell in the well-proportioned columns of constitutional liberty; who shall frame together the skillful architecture which unites sovereignty with state's rights, individual security with prosperity?
