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greek-poet undergo
The person who has the will to undergo all labor may win any goal. Menander
greek-poet men nor prophet waits
Men may know many things by seeing; but no prophet can see before the event, nor what end waits for him. Sophocles
greek-poet
It's a terrible thing to speak well and be wrong. Sophocles
greek-poet
A soul that is kind and intends justice discovers more than any sophist. Sophocles
greek-poet
Look and you will find it - what is unsought will go undetected. Sophocles
greek-poet whoever
Whoever understands how to do a kindness when he fares well would be a friend better than any possession. Sophocles
greek-poet man nature
All is disgust when a man leaves his own nature and does what is unfit. Sophocles
greek-poet
I see the state of all of us who live, nothing more than phantoms or a weightless shadow. Sophocles
greek-poet justice
There is a point at which even justice does injury. Sophocles
manipulation manipulate
I've never tried to manipulate my image. Alan Alda
management function greater
The smaller the function, the greater the management. C. Northcote Parkinson
man poetry
The poetry was the man, the man was the poetry. Brian Trehearne
manipulative
I'm not naturally manipulative. Benjamin Netanyahu
mankind historian dependence
What would become of history, had we not a dependence on the veracity of the historian, according to the experience, what we have had of mankind? David Hume
managers
I've been told I'm a good midcareer manager. Arne Glimcher
manners cowardice characteristics
Ever the characteristic manners of cowardice. Edward Everett
manhattan
Whenever I leave Manhattan, I get the bends! Ed Koch
management terrorism torture
Shamefully we now learn that Saddam's torture chambers reopened under new management, U.S. management. Edward Kennedy
nature giving natural
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own. Charles Dickens
nature humility pride
We cannot think too highly of our nature, nor too humbly of ourselves. Charles Caleb Colton
nature men self
If Natur has gifted a man with powers of argeyment, a man has a right to make the best of 'em, and has not a right to stand on false delicacy, and deny that he is so gifted; for that is a turning of his back on Natur, a flouting of her, a slighting of her precious caskets, and a proving of one's self to be a swine that isn't worth her scattering pearls before. Charles Dickens
nature moon shining
When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life. Charles Dickens
nature dark moon
The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of funeral feathers, waving sadly to and fro: all hushed, all noiseless, and in deep repose, save the swift clouds that skim across the moon, and the cautious wind, as, creeping after them upon the ground, it stops to listen, and goes rustling on, and stops again, and follows, like a savage on the trail. Charles Dickens
nature wall dark
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything. Charles Dickens
nature morning fall
It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black. Charles Dickens
nature dark winter
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire. Charles Dickens
nature wall rain
Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked, uneven flag-stones, and through the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears. Charles Dickens