M.K. Alexander Quotes

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

The pleased sea on a white-breasted shore-- A shore that wears on her alluring brows Rare shells, far brought, the love-gifts of the sea, That blushed a tell-tale.

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see

I still feel like I have a lot of growing up to do 'til I find the voice. You know, everybody has their own voice and their own thing they want to say to the world.

But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain. The wond'ring forests soon should dance again; The moving mountains hear the powerful call. And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!

Most authors steal their works, or buy.

The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.

But unfortunately Locke treated ideas of reflection as if they were another class of objects of contemplation beside ideas of sensation.

A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.

Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold.

It may be added, to prevent misunderstanding, that when I speak of contemplated objects in this last phrase as objects of contemplation, the act of contemplation itself is of course an enjoyment.

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!

Astrologers that future fates foreshow.

The difficulty with becoming a patient is that as soon as you get horizontal, part of your being yearns, not for a doctor, but for a medicine man.

Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.

And not a vanity is given in vain.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine, Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'Tis for mine For me kind nature wakes her genial power, Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower.

Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

Nationwide about 1 in 7 black men are temporarily or permanently disenfranchised due to felon disenfranchisement laws.

I work with people I admire and respect. It's never because of who they are.

To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.

I'm mad in the front of my mind, but business-minded in the back.

London's where I was brought up. It's where my heart is and where I get my inspiration.

The police need to come down to street level.

Sting's my ideal man, because he's a real man.

Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day.

I entreat you to leave your work at home to the many who are ready to undertake it, and to come forth yourselves to reap this field now white to the harvest.

Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise. By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies? Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.

My heart burns for the deliverance of Africa.

It's all papers and forms, the entire Civil Service is like a fortress made of papers, forms and red tape.

By music minds an equal temper know, Nor swell too high, nor sink too low. . . . . Warriors she fires with animated sounds. Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.

One of those lies is that all we need to do is elect more Democrats. No. That actually isn't going to get us to the Promised Land.

Air power speaks a strategic language so new that translation into the hackneyed idiom of the past is impossible.

And little eagles wave their wings in gold.

But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.

Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.

Everyone understands that in a modern economy - transparency, accountability, a working justice system are part of having a functioning, modern society.

I spent years trying to find some use for inheritance and virtuals, before I understood why that mechanism was fundamentally flawed and should not be used.

Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.

Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.

Good-nature and good-sense must ever join; To err is human, to forgive, divine.

And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

Faithful horoscope-watching, practiced daily, provides just the sort of small but warm and infinitely reassuring fillip that gets matters off to a spirited start.

As some to Church repair, not for the doctrine, but the music there.

Nothing is more certain than much of the force; as well as grace, of arguments or instructions depends their conciseness.

True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.

There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.

The laughers are a majority.

The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.