Of all the female qualities a warm heart is the most valuable.
Of all the thirty-six alternatives, running away is best.
Of all the thirty-six alternatives, running away is the best.
If envy were a fever, all the world would be ill.
If the cat had wings all sparrows would die.
If you pull one pig by the tail all the rest squeak.
All skill is in vain when an angel pees in the touchhole of your musket.
All the fruit is not found in just one field.
Six feet of earth make us all equal.
A louse in the cabbage is better than no meat at all.
Every man for himself and God for us all.
All good things must come to an end.
Idle men tempt the devil; the devil tempts all others.
The bear knows seven songs and they are all about honey.
All dumb people have a lot to say.
To an unbelieving person nothing renders service or work for good. He himself is in servitude to all things, and all things turned out for evil to him, because he uses all things in impious way for his own advantage, and not for the glory of God.
All we know, Midnight. The best of all we know. For Chestry Valley and its master we loved. For Nana. For Sugarloaf and Brimstone Farm. For Pop and Mom and Tom. For the foals to come. For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. Fo...
Stop judging your life only by the failures," he whispered. "What should I do?" she whispered. "I'm always going to fail." "We all do," he said softly, his voice closer now. "We all fail. But none of us fail all the time.
All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!
What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe it’s that we are all outsiders, we are all making our own unusual way through a wilderness of normality that is just a myth.
When I am alone with God I see that God is really all I have. All that matters. All that will last. At these times I realize that the magnitude of what I have is incomprehensible. Usually I cry for the sheer joy of it. Not tears of defeat, but rather...
