Cecil Frances Alexander Quotes
Souls in heathen darkness lying, where no light has broken through, souls that Jesus bought by dying, whom his soul in travail knew.... Haste, o haste and spread the tidings, let no shore be left untrod, no lost brother's bitter chidings haunt us from the further sod; tell the heathen all the precious truths of God.
Cecil Frances Alexander
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I want every kid to go to college and be like a normal student. I want them to be able to go to a movie, go to a concert. I want them to be able to have that opportunity. But if you're paying kids, are you going to pay a lineman less than you're paying a quarterback? I don't know how to explain that stuff.
Larry Brown
It is a very great mistake, common to counsel, and especially to young counsel, to consider that a decision of any court must necessarily command the respect of another.
Samuel Freeman Miller
sub specie aeternitatis
Baruch Spinoza
'I assure you, paladin king, that if I had a sword in hand, I would willingly cut out your heart, here and now. If you expect me to beg look elsewhere. The fool monk can bring me to my knees, but if I am not there of my own choosing, then calling it begging would ring as hollow as does your crown, yes?' -Artemis Entreri
R. A. Salvatore
You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture.
Eminem
Kind hearts are here; yet would the tenderest oneHave limits to its mercy; God has none.
Adelaide Anne Procter
when the bank calls: 'Chase Bank, I'm self-employed, how long do you want to stay on the phone?'
Maria Bamford
Where the way is hardest, there go thou; Follow your own path and let people talk.
Dante Alighieri
A liar often smiles subtly while telling a lie; it's an unconscious expression of his delight in getting away with a whopper.
Pamela Meyer
If an idea's worth having once, it's worth having twice.
Tom Stoppard
Souls in heathen darkness lying, where no light has broken through, souls that Jesus bought by dying, whom his soul in travail knew.... Haste, o haste and spread the tidings, let no shore be left untrod, no lost brother's bitter chidings haunt us from the further sod; tell the heathen all the precious truths of God.
Cecil Frances Alexander
