Quotes
Quotes about Land
Slanders are like flies, that pass all over a man's good parts to light on his sores.
A slander is like a hornet; if you can't kill it dead the first time, better not strike at it.
Slander is the revenge of a coward, and dissimulation of his defense.
To murder character is as truly a crime as to murder the body: the tongue of the slanderer is brother to the dagger of the assassin.
Have patience awhile; slanders are not long-lived. Truth is the child of time; ere long she shall appear to vindicate thee.
The worthiest people are the most injured by slander, as is the best fruit which the birds have been pecking at.
Lord Mansfield first established the grand doctrine that the air of England is too pure to be breathed by a slave.
No more slave States and no more slave territory. - Salmon Portland Chase,
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
[England] a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to breathe in.
The air of England has long been too pure for a slave, and every man is free who breathes it.
With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.
Cultures contain many cues and inducements to dissuade the individual from approaching ultimate limits, in much the same way that a special warning strip of land around the edge of a baseball field lets a player know that he is about to run into a concrete wall when he is preoccupied with catching the ball. The wider that strip of land and the more sensitive the player is to the changing composition of the ground under his feet as he pursues the ball, the more effective the warning. Romanticizing or lionizing as "individualistic" those people who disregard social cues and inducements increases the danger of head-on collisions with inherent social limits. Decrying various forms of social disapproval is in effect narrowing the warning strip.
If I were a gambler, I would take even money that England will not exist in the year 2000.
The nature of a society is largely determined by the direction in which talent and ambition flow--by the tilt of the social landscape.
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate, And not the wonders of thy youth relate; How can I see the gay, the brave, the young, Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung! In joys of conquest he resigns his breath, And, filled with England's glory, smiles in death.
O little Force that in your agony Stood fast while England girt her armour on, Held high our honour in your wounded hands, Carried our honour safe with bleeding feet-- We have no glory great enough for you, The very soul of Britain keeps your day.
A song of hate is a song of Hell; Some there be who sing it well. Let them sing it loud and long, We lift our hearts in a loftier song: We life our hearts to Heaven above, Singing the glory of her we love, England.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain! Though not for thee with classic shores to vie In charms that fix th' enthusiast's pensive eye; Yet hast thou scenes of beauty richly fraught With all that wakes the glow of lofty thought.
I am the most loyal player money can buy. (Pitcher for the Los Angeles Dodgers, Houston Astros, Milwaukee Brewers, Oakland Athletics and California Angels)
I told [GM] Roland Hemond to go out and get me a big name pitcher. He said, 'Dave Wehrmeister's got 11 letters. Is that a big enough name for you ?' (White Sox owner)
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape, give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
