Infallibly Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
selfcontemplation-is-infallibly-symptom-disease-thomas-carlyle
indiscriminate-pursuit-perfection-infallibly-leads-to-mediocrity-henry-fuseli
oh-despise-not-election-therein-lies-all-your-hope-that-there-is-remnant-who-shall-infallibly-be-saved-thomas-goodwin
the-persecuting-spirit-has-its-origin-in-assumption-that-ones-own-opinions-are-infallibly-correct
no-dissenter-rides-in-his-coach-for-three-generations-he-infallibly-falls-into-establishment-ralph-waldo-emerson
my-spirits-infallibly-rise-in-proportion-to-outward-dreariness-give-me-ocean-desert-wilderness-henry-david-thoreau
reason-offers-us-many-possibilities-at-once-intuition-infallibly-chooses-best-remember-this-you-cannot-err-you-will-always-make-right-choice-arthur-japin
it-is-natural-law-that-like-causes-always-produce-like-effects-therefore-any-man-woman-who-learns-to-do-things-in-this-certain-way-will-infallibly-wallace-d-wattles
a-man-sense-is-never-discouraged-by-difficulties-he-redoubles-his-industry-his-diligence-he-perseveres-infallibly-prevails-at-last-william-james
the-natural-man-cannot-but-resist-lords-offering-to-help-him-yet-that-resistance-is-infallibly-overcome-in-elect-by-converting-grace-thomas-boston
contrary-to-his-infallibly-honest-image-abe-wasnt-above-lying-long-as-it-served-noble-purpose-seth-grahamesmith
the-fear-of-death-often-proves-mortal-and-sets-people-on-methods-to-save-their-lives-which-infallibly-destroy-them
there-is-no-disease-bodily-mental-which-adoption-vegetable-diet-pure-water-has-not-infallibly-mitigated-wherever-experiment-has-been-fairly-tried-percy-bysshe-shelley
the-trouble-with-me-he-thought-unhappily-is-that-i-have-been-about-world-long-enough-to-know-that-gods-plans-for-us-however-infallibly-good-may-not-take-form-we-expect-demand-ell
the-main-secret-for-horse-that-is-heavy-upon-hand-is-for-rider-to-have-light-one-for-when-he-finds-nothing-to-bear-upon-with-his-mouth-he-infallibly-throws-himself-upon-haunches-
were-never-alone-as-soon-as-we-step-outside-campfire-glow-our-muse-lights-on-our-shoulder-like-butterfly-the-act-courage-calls-for-infallibly-that-deeper-part-ourselves-that-supp
in-towards-whomsoever-holy-spirit-puts-forth-his-power-acts-his-grace-for-their-regeneration-he-removes-all-obstacles-overcomes-all-oppositions-john-owen
i-promise-nothing-complete-because-any-human-thing-supposed-to-be-complete-must-not-for-that-reason-infallibly-be-faulty-herman-melville
a-mind-moderate-capacity-which-closely-pursues-one-study-must-infallibly-arrive-at-great-proficiency-in-that-study-mary-shelley
if-there-be-such-thing-as-truth-it-must-infallibly-be-struck-out-by-collision-mind-with-mind-william-godwin
we-need-only-in-cold-blood-to-act-as-if-thing-in-question-were-real-it-will-infallibly-end-by-growing-into-such-connection-with-our-life-that-it-william-james
five-enemies-peace-inhabit-with-us-avarice-ambition-envy-anger-pride-if-these-were-to-be-banished-we-should-infallibly-enjoy-perpetual-peace-petrarch
o-blessed-mary-whoever-loves-you-honors-god-whoever-serves-you-pleases-god-whoever-invokes-your-holy-name-with-pure-heart-will-infallibly-receive-bernard-clairvaux
peas-went-with-carrots-as-infallibly-as-ham-went-with-eggs-for-years-i-thought-carrots-peas-grew-on-same-vine-peg-bracken
nothing-is-more-dreadful-than-cold-unimpassioned-indulgence-and-love-infallibly-becomes-cold-unimpassioned-when-it-is-too-lightly-made-aldous-huxley
favourable-chance-i-fancy-is-god-all-men-who-follow-their-own-devices-instead-obeying-law-they-believe-in-let-even-polished-man-these-days-get-into-position-he-is-ashamed-to-avow
Before he went away, he had heard all about the self-made girl, and there was something in the picture that strongly impressed him. She was possible doutbless only in America; American life had smoothed the way for her. She was not fast, nor emancipated, nor crude, nor loud, and there wasn't in her, of necessity at least, a grain of the stuff of which the adventuress is made. She was simply very successful, and her success was entirely personal. She hadn't been born with the silver spoon of social opportunity, she had grasped it by honest exertion. You knew her by many different signs, but chiefly, infallibly, by the appearance of her parents. It was her parents who told her story; you always saw how little her parents could have made her. Her attitude with regard to them might vary in different ways. As the great fact on her own side was that she had lifted herself from a lower social plane, done it all herself, and done it by the simple lever of her personality, it was naturally to be expected that she would leave the authors of her mere material being in the shade. (...) But the general characteristic of the self-made girl was that, though it was frequently understood that she was privately devoted to her kindred, she never attempted to impose them on society, and it was striking that, though in some of her manifestations a bore, she was at her worst less of a bore than they. They were almost always solemn and portentous, and they were for the most part of a deathly respectability. She wasn't necessarily snobbish, unless it was snobbish to want the best. She didn't cringe, she didn't make herself smaller than she was, she took on the contrary a stand of her own and attracted things to herself. Naturally she was possible only in America, only in a country where whole ranges of competition and comparison were absent.

Henry James
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Is power like the vis viva and the quantite d'avancement? That is, is it conserved by the universe, or is it like shares of a stock, which may have great value one day, and be worthless the next? If power is like stock shares, then it follows that the immense sum thereof lately lost by B[olingbroke] has vanished like shadows in sunlight. For no matter how much wealth is lost in stock crashes, it never seems to turn up, but if power is conserved, then B's must have gone somewhere. Where is it? Some say 'twas scooped up by my Lord R, who hid it under a rock, lest my Lord M come from across the sea and snatch it away. My friends among the Whigs say that any power lost by a Tory is infallibly and insensibly distributed among all the people, but no matter how assiduously I search the lower rooms of the clink for B's lost power, I cannot seem to find any there, which explodes that argument, for there are assuredly very many people in those dark salons. I propose a novel theory of power, which is inspired by... the engine for raising water by fire. As a mill makes flour, a loom makes cloth and a forge makes steel, so we are assured this engine shall make power. If the backers of this device speak truly, and I have no reason to deprecate their honesty, it proves that power is not a conserved quantity, for of such quantities, it is never possible to make more. The amount of power in the world, it follows, is ever increasing, and the rate of increase grows ever faster as more of these engines are built. A man who hordes power is therefore like a miser who sits on a heap of coins in a realm where the currency is being continually debased by the production of more coins than the market can bear. So that what was a great fortune, when first he raked it together, insensibly becomes a slag heap, and is found to be devoid of value. When at last he takes it to the marketplace to be spent. Thus my Lord B and his vaunted power hoard what is true of him is likely to be true of his lackeys, particularly his most base and slavish followers such as Mr. Charles White. This varmint has asserted that he owns me. He fancies that to own a man is to have power, yet he has got nothing by claiming to own me, while I who was supposed to be rendered powerless, am now writing for a Grub Street newspaper that is being perused by you, esteemed reader.

Neal Stephenson
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Call me Ishmael. Some years ago-never mind how long precisely-having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off-then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs-commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there. Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?-Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster-tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here? But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand-miles of them-leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues-north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither? Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries-stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.

Herman Melville
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