M.K. Alexander Quotes

For man to be worthy of any rank, he must strive first to be a man.

Now I design what I want to wear, and it works that way.

I finally chalked it up to the fact that the brain is truly an extraordinary device: more extraordinary than we can even guess.

The journey is the treasure.

Rounding to the nearest cent is sufficiently accurate for practical purposes.

The logical man must either deny all miracles or none.

You just never know when you're living in a golden age.

It comes with it, this is my work and all the media thing is just a big bonus for me. I'm just enjoying being in the spotlight right now so it's not a big deal for me.

Some positive persisting fops we know, Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so; But you with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critique on the last.

Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.

But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.

But grace has only one direction that it can take. Grace always flows down.

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

Grave authors say, and witty poets sing, That honest wedlock is a glorious thing.

So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part, Bold in the practice of mistaken rules, Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.

Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.

Heaven gave to woman the peculiar grace To spin, to weep, and cully human race.

What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath.

The greatness of an artist or a writer does not depend on what he has in common with other artists and writers, but on what he has peculiar to himself.

Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.

In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.

Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

I really love the process, with stage, of rehearsal, you get to create a character, and you have a beginning, a middle, and an end of story. And in television, you don't.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue

The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.

The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.

The warning message we sent the Russians was a calculated ambiguity that would be clearly understood.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.

Those who are seeking ways to tap into the potential of e-mail will find themselves in a position to capitalize on the pending explosion in Internet usage.

I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.

Dogs, ye have had your day!

My husband's a director, so he understands what I do.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.

Judge not of actions by their mere effect; Dive to the center, and the cause detect. Great deeds from meanest springs may take their course, And smallest virtues from a mighty source.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.

In a sadly pleasing strain, let the warbling lute complain.

When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.

Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

If you would move me with your preaching, or with your praying, or with your singing, first be moved yourself.

Syria is a terrorist state by any definition and is so classified by the State Department. I happen to think Iran is too. Iraq, Iran, Syria, they're all involved.

Let them march all they want, as long as they continue to pay their taxes.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!