Quotes
Quotes about Rest
You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.
A man's life is interesting primarily when he has failed--I well know. For it's a sign that he tried to surpass himself.
Your messages I hear, but faith has not been given; The dearest child of Faith is Miracle [Ger., Die Botschaft hor' ich wohl, allein mir fehlt der Glaube; Das Wunder ist des Glaubens liebstes Kind.]
Science has sometimes been said to be opposed to faith, and inconsistent with it. But all science, in fact, rests on a basis of faith, for it assumes the permanence and uniformity of natural laws - a thing which can never be demonstrated.
Airplanes are interesting toys but of no military value.âMarechal Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superieure de Guerre.
The concept is interesting and well-formed, but in order to earn better than a 'C,' the idea must be feasible.âA Yale University management professor in response to Fred Smith's paper proposing reliable overnight delivery service. (Smith went on to found Federal Express Corp.).
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day, Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
When last the young Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to return again Within a hour; and pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befell!
About half my designs are controlled fantasy, 15 percent are total madness and the rest are bread-and-butter designs.
Success, the mark no mortal wit, Or surest hand, can always hit: For whatsoe'er we perpetrate, We do but row, we're steer'd by Fate, Which in success oft disinherits, For spurious causes, noblest merits.
A man's personal defects will commonly have with the rest of the world precisely that importance which they have to himself. If he makes light of them, so will other men.
Men are moved by only two things: fear and self-interest.
The money-changers have fled from their high seats in the temple of our civilization. We may now restore that temple to the ancient truths.
The way to stop financial joy-riding is to arrest the chauffeur, not the automobile.
Those fighting for free enterprise and free competition do not defend the interests of those rich today. They want a free hand left to unknown men who will be the entrepreneurs of tomorrow...
We live in a time of transition, an uneasy era which is likely to endure for the rest of this century. During the period we may be tempted to abandon some of the time-honored principles and commitments which have been proven during the difficult times of past generations. We must never yield to this temptation. Our American values are not luxuries, but necessities - not the salt in our bread, but the bread itself. in his farewell address.
Energetic action on debt would make a radical difference to the prospects of many of the poorest countries in the world, at no practical cost to creditor countries.
Whoever claims that economic competition represents 'survival of the fittest' in the sense of the law of the jungle, provides the clearest possible evidence of his lack of knowledge of economics.
If patriotism is, as Dr. Johnson used to remark, the last refuge of the scoundrel, wrapping outdated industry in the mantle of national interest is the last refuge of the economically dispossessed. In economic terms, pleading national interest is the declining cottage industry of those who have been bypassed by the global economy.
Sudden money is going from zero to two hundred dollars a week. The rest doesn't count.
When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil's walking parody On all four-footed things.
Imitation is the sincerest of flattery.
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
Let us be thankful for the fools; but for them the rest of us could not succeed.
And so to tread As if the wind, not she, did walk; Nor prest a flower, nor bow'd a stalk.
