Marcia Falk famous quotes

Last updated: Sep 5, 2024

  • I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.

  • Hypocrite: The man who murdered his parents, and then pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan.

  • Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.

  • I think death has a right to its own courage and dignity and self-respect.

  • Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.

  • The usual sniggering examples of animal behaviour were brought in to explain cheating. Funny how the behaviour of shrews and gibbons is never used to explain table manners or road safety or gardening, only sex. Anyway, it was bad Darwinism. Taking the example of a monkey and applying it to yourself misses the point that animal behaviour is made for the benefit of the species, not as an excuse for the individual. Being incapable of sustaining a stable pair and supporting children is really not in the interests of our species. Neither is it really in the best interests of the philanderer.

  • When we have accepted Jesus Christ, we have become akin to the Father; having become real children of God, we then have the spirit of sonship by which we can come into His presence and make known our wants in a familiar way.

  • Elderly gentlemen, gentle in all respects, kind to animals, beloved by children, and fond of music, are found in lonely corners of the downs, hacking at sandpits or tussocks of grass, and muttering in a blind, ungovernable fury elaborate maledictions which could not be extracted from them by robbery or murder. Men who would face torture without a word become blasphemous at the short fourteenth. It is clear that the game of golf may well be included in that category of intolerable provocations which may legally excuse or mitigate behavior not otherwise excusable.

  • Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound.

  • If we have no friends, we have no pleasure; and if we have them, we are sure to lose them, and be doubly pained by the loss.

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