Quotes of: Theodore-roosevelt Keyword

Music oft hath such a charm To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.

Measure for Measure

I tell myself that with enough effort, I can control my feelings.

Maybe Someday

If at first you don’t succeed, failure may be your style.

The Naked Civil Servant; How To Become A Virgin; Resident Alien

Bulgaria, I reflected as I walked back to the hotel, isn’t a country; it’s a near-death experience.

Neither Here nor There: Travels in Europe

The detective story is the normal recreation of noble minds.

The Omnibus of Crime

Often, little brother, there is no smoke without fire.

The Lady Elizabeth

Republics exist as long as the people "adhere to principles and virtue.

The Life of Andrew Jackson

Learning carries within itself certain dangers because out of necessity one has to learn from one's enemies.

Literature and Revolution

So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.

Memoirs of Cleopatra

Pat, it's not sexual – it's modern dance.

The Silver Linings Playbook

Politics is the name we give to the orchestration of power in any society.

Story: Style, Structure, Substance, and the Principles of Screenwriting

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.

Their Eyes Were Watching God

It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn different.

Their Eyes Were Watching God

Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain

Their Eyes Were Watching God

But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.

Their Eyes Were Watching God

the military system of a nation is not an independent section of the social system but an aspect of its totality.

Reappraisals: Reflections on the Forgotten Twentieth Century

All modern U.S. presidents are perforce politicians, prisoners of their past pronouncements, their party, their constituency, and their colleagues.

Reappraisals: Reflections on the Forgotten Twentieth Century

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

The River of Winged Dreams

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

The River of Winged Dreams

On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.

The River of Winged Dreams

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

The River of Winged Dreams