Newbolt Rd Quotes & Sayings

To set the cause above renown, To love the game beyond the prize, To honor, while you strike him down, The foe that comes with fearless eyes To count the life of battle good and dear the land that gave you birth, And dearer yet the brotherhood ... — Henry Newbolt

Princes of courtesy, merciful, proud and strong. — Henry Newbolt

Your responsibility to be ready for the fight, never ends. — James Yeager

Awesome ... " Jared spoke up from the other side of the room. "Ember, the Otherworld's wonder mutt. — Stacey Marie Brown

To set the cause above renown. — Henry Newbolt

The moot court process in our office when we get ready, we - everybody, including the SG, does two moot courts for each argument. And they are phenomenal, and they predict 90 percent of the questions that I get asked, at least 90 percent. — Donald Verrilli Jr.

No one is perfect ... absolutely no one. Like precious stones, we have a few flaws, but why focus on that? Focus on what you like about yourself, and that will bring you happiness and peace. — Richard Simmons

As Sir Henry Newbolt sums it up: "The real test of success is whether a life has been a happy one and a happy giving one." — Robert Baden-Powell

The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up! play up! and play the game! — Henry Newbolt

For my part, I believe that remorse is the least active of all a man's moral senses,
the very easiest to be deadened when wakened, and in some never wakened at all. — William Makepeace Thackeray

Strange enlightenments are vouchsafed to those who seek the higher places. — Flann O'Brien

Without warning a lady appeared.
She came from the direction of Friday-street, for she had just been with Mr. Newbolt. She strode capably through the snow. She wore a black silk gown and something very queer swung from a silver chain about her neck. Her smile was full of comfort and her eyes were kind and happy. She was just as Mr. Newbolt had described.
And the name of this lady was Death. — Susanna Clarke

The book designer strives for perfection; yet every perfect thing lives somewhere in the neighborhood of dullness and is frequently mistaken for it by the insensitive. — Jan Tschichold

Life teaches what no organization can — Nistha Tripathi