Quotes
Quotes about Rank
Time is the glue that bonds a broken heart, but love is the air which dries the glue. -J. Franklin.
If you modestly enjoy your fame you are not unworthy to rank with the holy.
Each being is sacredâmeaning that each has inherent value that cannot be ranked in a hierarchy or compared to the value of another being.
Every vice makes its guilt the more conspicuous in proportion to the rank of the offender. [Lat., Omne animi vitium tanto conspectius in se Crimen habet, quanto major qui peccat habetur.]
O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O' the pleurisy of people.
Gaily! gaily! close our ranks! Arm! Advance! Hope of France! Gaily! gaily! closed our ranks! Onward! Onward! Gauls and Franks!
It is a fatal error to enter any war without the will to win it. â¢Douglas MacArthur All great civilisations, in their early stages, are based on success in war. â¢Kenneth Clark You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake. â¢Jeannette Rankin War - An act of violence whose object is to constrain the enemy, to accomplish our will.
He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.
Just as every conviction begins as a whim so does every emancipator serve his apprenticeship as a crank. A fanatic is a great leader who is just entering the room.
Firm and erect the Caledonian stood; Sound was his mutton, and his claret good; "Let him drink port!" the English statesman cried: He drank the poison, and his spirit died.
What folly can be ranker. Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung, Not she denied Him with unholy tongue; She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, Last at His cross, and earliest at His grave.
In every rank, or great or small, 'Tis industry supports us all.
When Darby saw the setting sun He swung his scythe, and home he run, Sat down, drank off his quart and said, "My work is done, I'll go to bed." "My work is done!" retorted Joan, "My work is done! Your constant tone, But hapless woman ne'er can say 'My work is done' till judgment day."
I have not loved the world, not the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee.
In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful; and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift to all alike.
