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We must protect big business from domination by fat- minded men whose principal business policy is to avoid a competitive race for efficiency They believe in a system of soft enterprise,soft in the way that an octopus is soft, with tentacles that stifle and suffocate.
I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Know ye not thatthey whichrun ina racerun all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain.
Wherefore seeing we alsoare compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
O why was I born with a different face? Why was I not born like the rest of my race?
Look at the Irish! Theyare the cleverest propagandists extant, and managed to persuade most people that they were a brave, generous, humorous, talented, warm- hearted race, cruelly yoked to a dull mercantile England, when,God knows, they were exactly the opposite.
Race prejudice isnot onlya shadowover the coloredit is a shadow over all of us, and the shadow is darkest over those who feel it least and allow its evil effects to go on.
While the law [of competition] may be sometimes hard for theindividual, it isbestfor therace, becauseit insures thesurvival ofthefittest ineverydepartment. Weaccept and welcome, therefore, as conditions towhichwe must accommodate ourselves, great inequality of environment, the concentration of business, industrial and commercial, in the hands of a few, and the law of competition between these, as being not only beneficial, but essential to the future progress of the race.
A pert, prim Prater of the northern race, Guilt in his heart, and famine in his face.
A quiet, pilfering, unprotected race.
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift, The battle to the strong. See Bible101:85.
We have persuaded ourselves that Englishmen of the present dayare such a nervously excitable race, that the onlychancefor theirdescendants isto keep themothers in a state of coma. The fathers, we think are incurable.
Our colonel comes from Brian's race, His wounds are in his breast and face.
The Jews, a headstrong, moody, murmuring race.
Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
To bea poor manishard, buttobe a poorraceina land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.
Today I see more clearly than yesterday that back of the problem of race and color, lies a greater problem which both obscures and implements it: and that isthefact that so many civilized persons are willing to live in comfort even if the price of this is poverty, ignorance and disease of the majority of their fellowmen; that to maintain this privilege men have waged war until today war tends to become universal and continuous, and the excuse for this war continues largely to be color and race.
All the ills of mankind spring from belonging to a race, a nation, a city, a group of some kind. The ideal would be to belong to none, and to care for allbut who is capable of that?
Purity of race does not exist. Europe is a continent of energetic mongrels.
Land of our birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our place, As men and women with our race.
Ah, what avails the sceptred race! Ah, what the form divine!
Every race which has become self-conscious and idea- bound in the past has perished.
I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. Assuredly we bring not innocence into the world, we bring impurity much rather; that which purifies us is trial, and trial is by what is contrary.
There is a place (If ancient and prophetic fame in heav'n Err not) another world, the happy seat Of some new race called Man.
A race of upstart creatures.
My race of glory run, and race of shame, And I shall shortly be with them that rest.
As a military man who has given half a century of active service,Isay inall sincerity thatthenucleararmsracehas no military purpose. Wars cannot be fought with nuclear weapons; their existence onlyadds to our perils because of the illusions that they have generated. The world now stands on the brink of the final abyss. Let us all resolve to take all possible practicable steps to ensurethat we donot, through ourownfolly, go over the edge.
If we turn to early Irish literature, as we naturally may, to see what sort of people the Irish were in the infancy of the race, we find ourselves wandering in delighted bewilderment through a darkness shot with lightning and purple flame.
Artists are the antennae of the race, but the bullet- headed many will never learn to trust their great artists.
The natural price of labour is that price which is necessary to enable the labourers, one with another, to subsist and to perpetuate their race, without either increase or diminution.
Give us labour and the training which fits for labour! We demand this, not for ourselves alone, but for the race.
With each generation the entire race passes through the body of its womanhood as through a mould, reappearing withtheindeliblemarks ofthat mould upon it, that as the os cervix of woman, through which the head of the human infant passes at birth, forms a ring, determining for ever the size at birth of the human headso exactly the intellectual capacity, the physical vigour, the emotional depth of woman, forms also an untranscendable circle, circumscribing with each successive generation the limits of expansion of the human race. 720
The Harper smiled, well pleased; for ne'er Was flattery lost on poet's ear: A simple race! they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile.
In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Ye say, theyall have passed away, That noble race and brave, That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That 'mid the forests where they roamed There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters, Ye may not wash it out.
This rortie wretched city Sair come down frae its auld hiechts The hauf o't smug, complacent, Lost til all pride of race or spirit, The tither wild and rouch as ever In its secret hairt But lost alsweill, the smeddum tane, The man o'independent mind has cap in hand the day Sits on its craggy spine And drees the wind and rain That nourished all its genius Weary wi centuries This empty capital snorts like a great beast Caged in its sleep, dreaming of freedom.
The white race is the cancer of human history, it is the white race, and it aloneits ideologies and inventionswhich eradicates autonomous civilizations wherever it spreads, which has upset the ecological balance of the planet, which now threatens the very existence of life itself.
Native always means people who belong somewhere else, becausethey had once belonged somewhere.That shows that the white race does not really think they belong anywhere because they think of everybody else as native.
I saw rain falling and the rainbow drawn On Lammermuir. Hearkening I heard again In my precipitous city beaten bells Winnow the keen sea wind. And here afar, Intent on my own race and place, I wrote.
High upon the gallows tree Swung the noble-hearted three By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom; But they met him face to face With the courage of their race, And they went with souls undaunted to their doom. 'God save Ireland!'said the heroes; 'God save Ireland', say they all: Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die, Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall.
It little profits that an idle king By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an age' d wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
It is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave offeating animals, assurelyas the savage tribes have left off eating each other when they come in contact with the more civilized.
Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of His bright face. When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity.
No race can prosper until it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem. It is at the bottom of life we must begin, and not at the top.
The historic destiny of the Irish is being fulfilled on the other side of the Atlantic, where they have settled in their millions, bringing with them all their ancient grudges and the melancholy of the bogs, but also their hard, ancient wisdom. Theyalone of the newcomers are never fora moment taken in by themultifarious frauds of modernity. They have been changed from peasants and soldiers into townsmen. They have learned some of the superficial habits of 'good citizenship', but at heart they remain the same adroit and joyless race that broke the hearts of all who ever tried to help them.
Humanhistory becomesmoreand morea racebetween education and catastrophe.
Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2010 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
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