Big shots are only little shots who keep shooting.

I realize that patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred toward any one.

Cleverness is not wisdom.

With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.

New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they are not already common.

The camera cannot lie. But it can be an accessory to untruth.

He said, 'Gosh, Dad, that mean's we're not going to any more bowl games.'

At times truth may not seem probable.

In union there is strength.

Be ready when opportunity comes. Luck is the time when preparation and opportunity meet.

In Adam's fall-- We sinned all.

Cruel and cold is the judgment of man, Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by will the deed and the plan Be judged by the motive that lieth below.

Every investigation which is guided by principles of nature fixes its ultimate aim entirely on gratifying the stomach.

It is not good to know more unless we do more with what we already know.

The sunbeams dropped Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche, Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and dim, As if the very Day paused and grew Eve.

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

You don't get paid for the hour. You get paid for the value you bring to the hour.

They said they were anhungry; sighed forth proverbs-- That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only. With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.

On the 10th of July 1553, about two hours after noon, a loud discharge of ordnance burst from the turrets of Durham House, then the residence of the Duke of Northumberland, grandmaster of the realm, and occupying the site of the modern range of buildings known as the Adelphi; and at the signal, which was immediately answered from every point along the river where a bombard or culverin could be planted-- . . .

The finest and noblest ground on which people can live is truth; the real with the real; a ground on which nothing is assumed.