Praeliabitur Quotes & Sayings

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home. — Rumi

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale ... from hell's heart I stab at thee. — Herman Melville

Purity of soul and impurity of body can go together. — Vincent Van Gogh

The history of science should not be an instrument to defend any kind of social or philosophic theory; it should be used only for its own purpose, to illustrate impartially the working of reason against unreason, the gradual unfolding of truth, in all its forms, whether pleasant or unpleasant, useful of useless, welcome or unwelcome. — George Sarton

When the founders wrote about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, they didn't mean longer vacations and more comfortable hammocks. They meant the pursuit of learning. The pursuit of improvement and excellence. In hard work is happiness. — David McCullough

The man who flies shall fight again.
[Lat., Qui fugiebat, rusus praeliabitur.] — Demosthenes

I don't know where I'm really going to cha cha, but hopefully I can find a place. — Shawn Johnson

It was a strange thing. So many people on Gorse lived in fear - especially Sullustans and others of smaller stature. Yet working with the Mynocks, she'd felt somewhat immune. There was safety in isolation, security in having information. Yes, her kind of work did have the potential to create problems for others. But she'd suppressed any consideration of that on the grounds that so many of the people she eavesdropped on were bad characters, likely to hassle a poor workingwoman on a darkened street. — John Jackson Miller

I write just knowing that I enjoy writing. But if I have to write, it seems like nothing comes. But when I go there for my own pleasure, the Lord might just give me loads of stuff all at once. — Andrae Crouch

I love this word decadence, all shimmering in purple and gold. It suggests the subtle thoughts of ultimate civilization, a high literary culture, a soul capable of intense pleasures. It throws off bursts of fire and the sparkle of precious stones. It is redolent of the rouge of courtesans, the games of the circus, the panting of the gladiators, the spring of wild beasts, the consuming in flames of races exhausted by their capacity for sensation, as the tramp of an invading army sounds. — Paul Verlaine