Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes was the name of two prominent men, father and son:...
lying medicine doctors
No families take so little medicine as those of doctors, except those of apothecaries.
football truth lying
Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may kick it about all day like a football, and it will be round and full at evening.
lying philosophy differences
The difference between gossip and philosophy lies only in one's way of taking a fact.
lying humanity individuality
Under bad manners, as under graver faults, lies very commonly an overestimate of our special individuality, as distinguished from our generic humanity.
wise lying wine
If wine tells truth - and so have said the wise, It makes me laugh to think how brandy lies!
stars lying spring
The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.
lying deceit tools
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle that fits them all.
motivational lying moving
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
lying knowledge branches
To be master of any branch of knowledge, you must master those which lie next to it, and thus to know anything you must know all.
aim
The very aim and end of our institutions is just this: that we may thing what we like and say what we think.
fools men wise
Controversy equalizes fools and wise men - and the fools know it
conversation dreadful pathway stick
And when you stick on conversation's burrs, don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.
honest telling truth
Pretty much all the honest truth telling in the world is done by children.
awful begins bid brothers chorus dead death destinies glory good great joy lent life note orchestra passion powers seen sound unseen youth
Our dead brothers still live for us and bid us think of life, not death / of life to which in their youth they lent the passion and glory of Spring. As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again, and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers and destinies of good and evil, our trumpets, sound once more a note of daring, hope, and will.