Steep And Cheap Quotes & Sayings

There's people been friendly But they'd never be your friends Sometimes this has bent me to the ground — Rich Mullins

I've spent my entire life working to invest in human beings and human communities, to help them move down the path of economic development. — Jim Yong Kim

Not only the adoration of images is idolatry, but also trust in one's own righteousness, works and merits, and putting confidence in riches and power. As the latter is the commonest, so it also is the most noxious. — Martin Luther

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief-
woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief'.
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep. — Gerard Manley Hopkins

Everybody sins, Francis. The terrible thing is that we love our sins. We love the thing that makes us evil. — Robert Cormier

In America the press rules the countrty; it rules its politics, its religion, its social practices. — E. W. Scripps

We are a government of laws. Any laws some government hack can find to louse up a man who's down. — Murray Kempton

Cheap is small and not too steep, best of all cheap is cheap. — Ray Davies

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. — John Milton

I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the
incomprehensible nature of this our life - for their inspection. Some people go
to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among
phrases and fragments something unbroken - I to whom there is no beauty
enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all,
yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so
unspeakably lonely. — Virginia Woolf

Finally, Marie looked at her. "Why did you come here today?" she — Blake Pierce

I worry that by losing my temper so much and being so harsh and yelling so much that, by example, I will have taught my daughters to be that way, and I'm now constantly telling them not to do that. — Amy Chua