Quotes of: His Keyword

Empirical science, empiricism, takes no account of the soul, no account of what constitutes and determines personal being.

The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales

Morality is totally God’s standard, and his standards and conditions are revealed to us through his written word, the Scriptures (The Bible).

Made in the Image of God: Understanding the Nature of God and Mankind in a Changing World

The fear of blacks has become the dirty little secret of our political culture.

The Norman Podhoretz Reader: A Selection of His Writings from the 1950s Through the 1990s

I said to him that Zululand sounded fine, but that every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map.

The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency

An outcast has all possibilities of greatness.. Rejected, he has nothing to lose while using his talents.. Competing with his own talents and only against himself...

Nucleus - Power Women: Lead from the Core

Thanks to his salary, an employee is free to eat whatever, wherever. However, because of his job, he is not free to eat whenever.

N for Nigger: Aphorisms for Grown Children and Childish Grown-ups

I call that man awake who, with conscious knowledge and understanding, can perceive the deep unreasoning powers in his soul, his whole innermost strength, desire and weakness, and knows how to reckon with himself.

Narcissus and Goldmund

Peace would always be less compelling than war. Perhaps that was why there was so little of it in the world. (p. 160)

Nonviolent Soldier of Islam: Badshah Khan: A Man to Match His Mountains

He executed his commission with great promptitude and dispatch, only calling at one public-house for half a minute, and even that might be said to be in his way, for he went in at one door and came out at the other[.]

Nicholas Nickleby

Rain woke him, a slow drizzle, his feet tangled in coils of discarded fiberoptics. The arcade's sea of sound washed over him, receded, returned. Rolling over, he sat up and held his head.

Neuromancer

Thank-you, son,’ said his father. ‘I want you to know we’re both proud of you. Take care, and keep in touch if you can.’ ‘Or even better, visit!’ said his mother, ‘our home isn’t complete without you!

Nostradormouse

Dixon was not unconscious of this awed reverence which was given to her; nor did she dislike it; it flattered her as much as Louis the Fourteenth was flattered by his courtiers shading their eyes from the dazzling light of his presence.

North and South

Her fingertips reached to trace the damage, but he grasped her hand with his own. He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes.

Nevermore

Daemon!" Dee called from the kitchen. "I need your help!" "We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen." He rubbed his hands down his face. "It's possible.

Obsidian

The law-abiding citizen by his labor serves both himself and his fellow man and thereby integrates himself peacefully into the social order. The robber, on the other hand, is intent, not on honest toil, but on the forcible appropriation of the fruits...

Liberalism

Everyone should get dirt on his hands each day. Doctors, intellectuals. Politicians, most of all. How can we presume to uplift the life of the working man, if we don't respect his work?

The Lacuna

She needed him. More than just his blood or the pleasure he offered with his playground of a body, she needed him—and that was far more terrifying than becoming a blood sucking monster.

Love Me to Death

What we decide to do in the face of adversity is perhaps the truest measure of character.

A Life Sold - What Ever Happened To That Guy Who Sold His Whole Life On Ebay?

The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing at all, almost as if they spoke a dying language few could appreciate or even understand.

The Life and Death of the Ericsons

His immense self-pity, his demand for sympathy poured and spread itself in pools at their feet, and all she did, miserable sinner that she was, was to draw her skirts a little closer round her ankles, lest she should get wet.

To the Lighthouse

—all I can say of the matter, is—That he has either a pumkin for his head—or a pippin for his heart,—and whenever he is dissected 'twill be found so.

The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman