H.W. Charles Quotes
In fierce March weather White waves break tether, And whirled together At either hand, Like weeds uplifted, The tree-trunks rifted In spars are drifted, Like foam or sand.
Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain, Saw pass a soul sweet as the sovereign tune That death smote silent when he smote again.
No blast of air or fire of sun Puts out the light whereby we run With girdled loins our lamplit race, And each from each takes heart of grace And spirit till his turn be done.
The crucial fact to realize about all the powerful machinery of the Corporate State - its laws, structure, political system - is that it possesses no mind.
there is every reason to fear that the State is growing ever more powerful, more autonomous, more indifferent to its own inhabitants.
The American dream was not, at least at the beginning, a rags-to-riches type of narrow materialism.
One of the problems with fame is they try to pigeonhole you... like I'm stuck with The Greening of America for the rest of my life.
The logical man must either deny all miracles or none, and our American Indian myths and hero stories are perhaps, in themselves, quite as credible as those of the Hebrews of old.
If a child is inclined to be grasping, or to cling to any of his or her little possessions, legends are related about the contempt and disgrace falling upon the ungenerous and mean person.
Indian names were either characteristic nicknames given in a playful spirit, deed names, birth names, or such as have a religious and symbolic meaning.
My men and I have decided that our boss, the president of the United States, is as tough as woodpecker lips.
Those not favorable to the money trust could be squeezed out of business and the people frightened into demanding changes in the banking and currency laws which the Money Trust would frame.
A philosophical thought has probably not attained all its sharpness and all its illumination until it is expressed in French.
A tool is usually more simple than a machine; it is generally used with the hand, whilst a machine is frequently moved by animal or steam power.
You will be able to appreciate the influence of such an Engine on the future progress of science. I live in a country which is incapable of estimating it.
That science has long been neglected and declining in England, is not an opinion originating with me, but is shared by many, and has been expressed by higher authority than mine.
The fatigue produced on the muscles of the human frame does not altogether depend on the actual force employed in each effort, but partly on the frequency with which it is exerted.
Surely, if knowledge is valuable, it can never be good policy in a country far wealthier than Tuscany, to allow a genius like Mr. Dalton's, to be employed in the drudgery of elementary instruction.
Being black or white isn't an accomplishment. What you do with your life - or what you accomplish with your life - dictates what you should be proud of.
I came to the realization a couple months ago that I am fat. If you get tired from walking - and that's all that golf is - then you are officially fat.
I don't think of myself as giving interviews. I just have conversations. That gets me in trouble.
I'm just what America needs: another unemployed black man. (on his retirement from basketball)
I think that the team that wins game five will win the series. Unless we lose game five.
I don't know what that gas is made of, but it can't smell any worse than Ernie Johnson 's gym bag.
Writing is my refuge. It's where I go. It's where I find that integrity I have.
Why did the Clinton Administration continue to liberalize export controls on sensitive technologies even after it learned that China had stolen designs?
Most of the major increases in the debt ceiling have been accompanied by structural changes in the way we raise and spend money.
The committee's finding that China stole sensitive technology from U.S. weapons research labs is alarming.
What are the implications of a China that may be on nuclear parity with the United States?
I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds!
The artist is today and has been for many years, despite his absence of merit, simply a spoiled child. So many honors, so much money bestowed on men without souls and without education.
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
There is a word, in a verb, something sacred which forbids us from using it recklessly. To handle a language cunningly is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
Since photography gives us every guarantee of exactitude that we could desire (they really believe that, the mad fools !), then photography and art are the same thing.
Quand notre coeur a fait une fois sa vendange, Vivre est un mal. Once our heart has been harvested once, Life becomes miserable.
