Madison Grant famous quotes

Last updated: Sep 5, 2024

  • A country scratching a lazy irritation at sagging doorjambs and late trains, whose greatest attribute is a collective, smelly tolerance, where a chap will put up with almost everything, which means he won't care about anything enough to get out of a chair.A country of public insouciance and private, grubby guilt, where you can believe anything as long as you don't believe it too fervently. A country where the highest aspiration is for a quiet life.

  • The obedient in art are always the forgotten . . . The country is glorious but its beauties are unknown, and but waiting for a real live artist to splash them onto canvas . . . Chop your own path. Get off the car track.

  • To Lawren Harris art was almost a mission. He believed that a country which ignored the arts left no record of itself worth preserving.

  • Even if my country remains in war with yours. . .remember. . . i am not your enemy.

  • Indulgence in animal killing for the taste of the tongue is the grossest kind of ignorance

  • I could not have slept tonight if I had left that helpless little creature to perish on the ground.

  • Man is not the only animal who labors; but he is the only one who improves his workmanship.

  • The propensity to truck, barter and exchange one thing for another is common to all men, and to be found in no other race of animals.

  • We may not preach a crucified Saviour without being also crucified men and women. It is not enough to wear an ornamental cross as a pretty decoration. The cross that Paul speaks about was burned into his very flesh, was branded into his being, and only the Holy Spirit can burn the true cross into our innermost life.

  • When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, `Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.' But I was one-and-twenty No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, `The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.' And I am two-and-twenty And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.