Quotes
Quotes about Sin
The sinews of business (or state).
Capitalism is using its money; we socialists throw it away.
The sinews of affairs are cut.
The devil's in the moon for mischief; they Who call'd her chaste, methinks, began too soon Their nomenclature; there is not a day, The longest, not the twenty-first of June, Sees half the business in a wicked way, On which three single hours of moonshine smile-- And then she looks so modest all the while!
No mere man since the Fall, is able in this life perfectly to keep the Commandments.
The principles we live by, in business and in social life, are the most important part of happiness.
Principle, particularly moral principal, can never be a weathervane, spinning around this way and that with the shifting winds of expediency. Moral principle is a compass forever fixed and forever true. And that is as important in business as it is in the classroom.
Ah! How neatly tied, in these people, is the umbilical cord of morality! Since they left their mothers they have never sinned, have they? They are apostles, they are the descendants of priests; one can only wonder from what source they draw their indignation, and above all how much they have pocketed to do this, and in any case what it has done for them.
Daily with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not.
It's the movies that have really been running things in America ever since they were invented. They show you what to do, how to do it, when to do it, how to feel about it, and how to look how you feel about it.
The embarrassing thing is that the salad dressing is outgrossing my films.
Absolutism tempered by assassination.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time, Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been performed Too terrible for the ear. The time has been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end. But now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
But Bellenden we needs must praise, Who as down the stairs she jumps Sings o'er the hill and far away, Despising doleful dumps. - Unattributed Author,
I'm saddest when I sing.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush That swells and sinks amid the branches high,-- 'Tis all the music of the wind, and we Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each other is by music.
After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
We consider that any man who can fiddle all through one of those Virginia Reels without losing his grip, may be depended upon in any kind of musical emergency.
A lot of people are singing about how screwed up the world is, and I don't think that everybody wants to hear about that all the time.
It is hard to say whether the doctors of law or divinity have made the greater advances in the lucrative business of mystery.
I decided that I would be one of the biggest new names; and I actually had some little fancy business cards printed up to announce it, "Count Basie. Beware, the Count is Here."
