There is room in the west for wolves.
For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him. As far as the east is fromthe west, so far hath heremoved our transgressions from us.
When Adam and Eve were dispossessed Of the garden hard by Heaven, They planted another one down in the west, 'Twas Devon, glorious Devon!
But two miles more and then we rest! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the brightness of the west Sit then, awhile, here in this wood So total is the solitude, We safely may delay.
Of a'the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the West; For there the bonie Lassie lives, The Lassie I lo'e best.
The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with hera sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past eternity.
But the principal failing occurred in the sailing, And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed, Said he had hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East, That the ship would not travel due West!
Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins.
It isclosing time inthegardens oftheWest and fromnow on an artist will be judged only by the resonance of his solitude or the quality of his despair.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rarerare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?
Le livre est l'opium de l'Occident. Books are the opium of the West. See Marx 557:94.
Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Go West, young man, and grow up with the country.
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till earth and sky stand presently at God's great Judgement seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand facetoface, tho'theycome from the ends of the earth.
The world has turned over many times since I took the oath on the plain at West Pointbut I still remember the refrain of one of the most popular ballads of that day which proclaimed most proudly that old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
The east wind prevails over the west wind.
Our whole history inclines us towards the democratic powers.Our renaissance is a logical link between us and the democracies of the west.
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of bird's cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
What do they know of England, who only the West End know? See Kipling 471:99.
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Writers are much more esteemed in Russia, they playa much larger part in society thantheydo in theWest.The advantage of not being free is that people listen to you.
For us in Russia, communism is a dead dog, while, for many people in the West, it is still a living lion.
Go West, young man, go West!
Gigantic daughter of the West, We drink to thee across the flood, We know thee most, we love thee best, For art thou not of British blood?
I am convinced that the history of so-called scientific work in our famous centers of European civilization will, in a couple of hundred years, represent an inexhaustible source of laughter and sorrow for future generations. The learned men of the small western part of our European continent lived for several centuries under the illusionthatthe eternal blessed life wastheWest'sfuture. They were interested in the problem of when and where this blessed life would come.But they never thought of how they were going to make their life better.
To us, men of the West, a very strange thing happened at the turn of the century; without noticing it, we lost science, orat least thething that had been called by that name for the last four centuries.What we now have in place of it is something different, radically different, and we don't know what it is. Nobody knows what it is.
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee, And was the safeguard of the West: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest child of Liberty.
The West has not lived through totalitarianism, with a single ideology for 70 years.We are escaping from the burden of the past, and onlyafter we have done that will we be ready to integrate with Europeand Europe needs Russia.
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