CM. Ward Quotes
Never be grandiloquent when you want to drive home a searching truth. Don't whip with a switch that has the leaves on, if you want it to tingle.
Conceited men often seem a harmless kind of men, who, by an overweening self-respect, relieve others from the duty of respecting them at all.
Victories that come cheap are cheap. Those only are worth having which come as the result of hard fighting.
No cradle for an emperor's child was ever prepared with so much magnificence as this world has been made for man. But it is only his cradle.
Our life is in the loom; it rolls up and is hidden as fast as it is woven. It is to be taken out of the loom only when we leave this world; then only shall we see the pattern.
The mere wit is only a human bauble. He is to life what bells are to horses-not expected to draw the load, but only to jingle while the horses draw.
Men are not put into this world to be everlastingly played on by the harping fingers of joy.
It is defeat that turns bone to flint, gristle to muscle, and makes men invincible.
The most miserable pettifogging in the world is that of a man in the court of his own consciences.
Many a man has been dined out of his religion, and his politics, and his manhood, almost.
It is one of the worst effects of prosperity to make a man a vortex instead of a fountain; so that, instead of throwing out, he learns only to draw in.
The modern world is not given to uncritical admiration. It expects its idols to have feet of clay and can be reasonably sure that the press and camera will report their exact dimensions.
The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul.
If a man has lived in a tradition which tells him that nothing can be done about his human condition, to believe that progress is possible may well be the greatest revolution of all.
Business shouldn't be like sports, separating the men from the women.
No man rides so high and in such good company as the man that allies himself to a truth.
Don't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.
Flowers . . . have a mysterious and subtle influence upon the feelings, not unlike some strains of music. They relax the tenseness of the mind. They dissolve its rigor.
The disciples found angels at the grave of Him they loved; and we should always find them too, but that our eyes are too full of tears for seeing.
What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
A gamester, as such, is the cool, calculating, essential spirit of concentrated, avaricious selfishness.
Yeah.” Rhage sighed. “All I want is one good female. But I guess I’ll settle for quantity until I find her. Life just sucks, doesn’t it?
The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.
When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn’t it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Next to victory, there is nothing so sweet as defeat, if only the right adversary overcomes you.
We were only there for five days and during that time Tom was a bit annoyed that the French were more interested in me and my schoolgirl outfit than him and his long scarf.
Some men are, in regard to ridicule, like tin-roofed buildings in regard to hail: all that hits them bounds rattling off; not a stone goes through.
My book is very wild. But you know during the period of BATMAN, that there were thousands of Batman and Robin costumes sold and these weren't just for kids.
I mean when you come into the set at 7:30 in the morning and you come out of make-up and the first thing you know, the ladies start coming into our dressing rooms at 7:45.
When a man has no longer any conception of excellence above his own, his voyage is done, he is dead,--dead in trespasses and sin of blear-eyed vanity.
The shortest path to exceeding expectations doesn't generally pass through meeting expectations.
There is a temperate zone in the mind, between luxurious indolence and exacting work; and it is to this region, just between laziness and labor, that summer reading belongs.
