Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Knowledge without religion will no more sanctify than painted fire will burn, or the sight of water cleanse.
He who prays and labours lifts his heart to God with his hands. [Lat., Qui orat laborat, cor levat ad Deum cum manibus.]
We give thanks to God always for you all, making mention of you in our prayers; Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labour of love, and patience of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ, in the sight of God and our Father; Knowing, brethren beloved, your election of God.
And yet without labour there were no ease, no rest, so much as conceivable.
When admirals extoll'd for standing still, Of doing nothing with a deal of skill.
For as labor cannot produce without the use of land, the denial of the equal right to the use of land is necessarily the denial of the labor to its own produce.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease.
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.
Labor is man's greatest function. He is nothing, he can do nothing, he can achieve nothing, he can fulfill nothing, without working.
I believe in the dignity of labor, whether with head or hand; that the world owes no man a living but that it owes every man an opportunity to make a living.
Morals and manners will rise or decline with our attention to grammar.
And who in time knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?
And don't confound the language of the nation With long-tailed words in osity and ation.
Language tethers us to the world; without it we spin like atoms.
Grammar, which knows how to lord it over kings, and with high hands makes them obey its laws. [Fr., La grammaire, qui sait regenter jusqu'aux rois, Et les fait, la main haute, obeir a ses lois.]
When a language createsâas it doesâa community within the present, it does so only by courtesy of a community between the present and the past.
Language tethers us to the world; without it we spin like atoms.
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?
Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought.
We defend ourself with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
The pretty Lark, climbing the Welkin cleer, Chaunts with a cheer, Heer peer-I neer my Deer; Then stooping thence (seeming her fall to rew) Adieu (she saith) adieu, deer Deer, adieu.
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy swelling-place-- O, to abide in the desert with thee!
Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.
