William Habington famous quotes

Time! where didst thou those years inter Which I have seene decease?
-- William Habington

#Carpe Diem #Years #Carpe

As yourselves your empires fall, and every kingdom hath a grave.
-- William Habington

#Fall #Kingdoms #Empires

I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet I love the silence; I embrace the wit; A courtship, flowing here in full tide. But loathe the expense, the vanity and pride. No place each way is happy.
-- William Habington

#Country #Hate #Pride

The stars, bright sentinels of the skies.
-- William Habington

#Stars #Sky

No distinction is 'tween man and man, But as his virtues add to him a glory Or vices cloud him.
-- William Habington

#Men #Clouds #Add

He who is good is happy.
-- William Habington

#Happiness

My soule her wings doth spread And heaven-ward flies, Th' Almighty's Mysteries to read In the large volumes of the skies.
-- William Habington

#Sky #Wings #Heaven

Property is the fruit of labor; property is desirable; it is a positive good.

You should *have* an experience; it shouldn't just *be* an experience.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run

I think human beings make life beautiful. There's a lot of beauty in everything. I think what makes life beautiful is the ability to acknowledge that.

I always wanted to be a young mom, but generations of women have worked so hard so we can have a career and wait to have children. So I say carpe diem - take advantage of that.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

We must never forget that Christ did not suffer just during His three years of public ministry or the last few days of His life when He was crucified. No, He suffered throughout His life on earth. He who was without sin lived daily with the corruption and sinfulness of lost humanity.

I always thought the name of Utah’s major newspaper was some sort of weird misspelling of the word “desert.” But no, Deseret is the “land of the honeybee,” according to the Book of Mormon. I guess I should have figured they would have caught a typo in the masthead after 154 years.

History is a pact between the dead, the living, and the yet unborn.

Never find your delight in another's misfortune.