Quotes
Quotes about Race
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude.
Beauty of style and harmony and grace and good rhythm depend on simplicity.
So holy and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps.
The building of a perfect body crowned by a perfect brain, is at once the greatest earthly problem and grandest hope of the race.
Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of Hell to trace.
Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.
Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happyâcommon clay, if you likeâeating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the othersâthe noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.
Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.
We peruse one ideal, that of bringing people together in peace, irrespective of race, religion and political convictions, for the benefit of mankind.
No historian can take part with--or against--the forces he has to study. To him even the extinction of the human race should merely be a fact to be grouped with other vital statistics.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Green, slender, leaf-clad holly boughs Were twisted gracefu' round her brows, I took her for some Scottish Muse, By that same token, An' come to stop those reckless vows, Would soon be broken.
For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by; They are good, they are bad; they are weak, they are strong, Wise, foolish,--so am I; Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat, Or hurl the cynic's ban? Let me live in my house by the side of the road, And be a friend to man.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
There are times when one would like to hang the whole human race, and finish the farce.
If the whole human race lay in one grave, the epitaph on the headstone might well be: "It seemed a good idea at the time.".
The so-called human race.
The higher a man is in grace, the lower he will be in his own esteem. - Charles Hadden Spurgeon,
The human race is governed by its imagination. [Fr., C'est l'imagination qui gouverne le genre humain.]
How is the human race going to survive now that the cost of living has gone up two dollars a quart?
He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
No greater injury can be done to any youth than to let him feel that because he belongs to this or that race he will be advanced in life regardless of his own merits or efforts.
What care if the day Be turned to gray, What care if the night come soon! We may choose the pace Who bow for grace, At the Inn of the Silver Moon.
A tree that can fill the span of a man's arms grows from a downy tip; A terrace nine stories high rises from hodfuls of earth; A journey of a thousand miles starts from beneath one's feet.
