Quotes
Quotes about Sea
Alas! my child, where is the Pen That can do justice to the Hen? Like Royalty, she goes her way, Laying foundations every day, Though not for Public Buildings, yet For Custard, Cake and Omelette. Of if too old for such a use They have their fling at some abuse, As when to censure Plays Unfit Upon the stage they make a Hit Or at elections seal the Fate Of an Obnoxious Candidate. No wonder, Child, we prize the Hen, Whose Egg is Mightier than the Pen.
Alas! my child, where is the Pen That can do justice to the Hen? Like Royalty, she goes her way, Laying foundations every day, Though not for Public Buildings, yet For Custard, Cake and Omelette. Of if too old for such a use They have their fling at some abuse, As when to censure Plays Unfit Upon the stage they make a Hit Or at elections seal the Fate Of an Obnoxious Candidate. No wonder, Child, we prize the Hen, Whose Egg is Mightier than the Pen.
Heresies are experiments in man's unsatisfied search for truth.
Because of what you have done the heavens have become a part of man's world. And as you talk to us from the Sea of Tranquillity, it inspires us to redouble our efforts to bring peace and Tranquillity to Earth.
Many are always praising the by-gone time, for it is natural that the old should extol the days of their youth; the weak, the time of their strength; the sick, the season of their vigor; and the disappointed, the spring-tide of their hopes.
The supreme, the merciless, the destroyer of opposition, the exalted King, the shepherd, the protector of the quarters of the world, the King the word of whose mouth destroys mountains and seas, who by his lordly attack has forced mighty and merciless Kings from the rising of the sun to the setting of the same to acknowledge one supremacy.
The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help itâcan't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.
I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me, If my bark sinks, 'tis to another sea.
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.
I will clean house when Sears comes out with a riding vacuum cleaner.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.
I said that Sean Hannity took residence up Newt Gingrich's butt from 94 to 98. I got that from British intelligence. It turns out he only took up residence in 95.
The seal went into the restaurant and was asked by the waiter if he would like a Canadian Club on the rocks. He replied no thank you.
I hear Socrates saying that the best seasoning for food is hunger; for drink, thirst. [Lat., Socratem audio dicentem, cibi condimentum essa famem, potionis sitim.]
Let me be cruel, not unnatural; I will speak daggers to her, but use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites: How in my words somever she be shent, To give them seals never, my soul, consent!
If you steal ideas from one source, that's plagiarism, but if you steal ideas from more than one source, that's research.
They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.
He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea. [Lat., Pindarum quisquis studet aemulari, Iule ceratis ope Daedalea Nititur pennis, vitreo daturus Nomina ponto.]
If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom; I shall emerge one day.
Cheeseâmilk's leap forward to immortality.
Voyager upon life's sea:-- To yourself be true, And whate'er you lot may be, Paddle your own canoe.
We gave him a pitcher. He gave us the sea.
The disease is painless; it's the cure that hurts.
Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child Than the sea-monster.
