Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea. The LORD drove the sea back by a strong east wind all night, and turned the sea in...to dry land; and the waters were divided. The Israelites went into the sea on dry ground, the waters forming a wall for them on their right and on their left.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So far we have been going firmly ahead, feeling the firm ground of prejudice glide away beneath our feet which is always rather ex...hilarating, but what next? You will be waiting for the bit where we bog down, the bit where we take it all back, and sure enough that's going to come but it will take time.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He had seen the end of an era, the sunset of the pioneer. He had come upon it when already its glory was nearly spent. So in the b...uffalo times a traveller used to come upon the embers of a hunter's fire on the prairies, after the hunter was up and gone; the coals would be trampled out, but the ground was warm, and the flattened grass where he had slept and where his pony had grazed, told the story. This was the very end of the road-making West; the men who had put plains and mountains under the iron harness were old; some were poor, and even the successful ones were hunting for rest and a brief reprieve from death. It was already gone, that age; nothing could ever bring it back. The taste and smell and song of it, the visions those men had seen in the air and followed,--these he had caught in a kind of afterglow in their own faces,--and this would always be his.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As the farmer casts into the ground the finest ears of his grain, the time will come when we too shall hold nothing back, but shal...l eagerly convert more than we now possess into means and powers, when we shall be willing to sow the sun and the moon for seeds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Vivian Rutledge: Speaking of horses, I like to play them myself. I like to see them work out a little first. See if they're front ...runners or come from behind. Philip Marlowe: Find out mine? Vivian Rutledge: I think so. Philip Marlowe: Go ahead. Vivian Rutledge: I'd say you don't like to be rated. You like to get in front, open up a lead, take a little breather in the back stretch, and, then, come home free. Philip Marlowe: You don't like to be rated yourself. Vivian Rutledge: I haven't met anyone yet that could do it. Any suggestions? Philip Marlowe: I can't tell till I've seen you over a distance of ground. You've got a touch of class, but I don't know how ... how far you can go. Vivian Rutledge: A lot depends on who's in the saddle.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Women have progressed far beyond the point of no return. They're in medical schools and law schools, and they're inching into the ...upper echelons of the corporate world. They've entered the political arena and are even beginning to make inroads into that ultimate male enclave, the U. S. Congress. They've had a taste of equality, even a taste of power. They've experienced the shift in the balance of power in a marriage that occurs when a wife is earning as much money as her husband. They've experienced the autonomy that comes from being in control of their own reproductive lives. They will almost certainly have to fight for these things again and again, losing ground, gaining ground, running in place. But they will never go back.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back... the burden of the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This hunter, who was a quite small, sunburnt man, having already carried his canoe over, and baked his loaf, had nothing so intere...sting and pressing to do as to observe our transit. He had been out a month or more alone. How much more wild and adventurous his life than that of the hunter in Concord woods, who gets back to his house and the mill-dam every night! Yet they in the towns who have wild oats to sow commonly sow them on cultivated and comparatively exhausted ground. And as for the rowdy world in the large cities, so little enterprise has it that it never adventures in this direction, but like vermin clubs together in alleys and drinking-saloons, its highest accomplishment, perchance, to run beside a fire-engine and throw brickbats. But the former is comparatively an independent and successful man, getting his living in the way that he likes, without disturbing his human neighbors. How much more respectable also is the life of the solitary pioneer or settler in these, or any woods,--having real difficulties, not of his own creation, drawing his subsistence directly from nature,--than that of the helpless multitudes in the towns who depend on gratifying the extremely artificial wants of society and are thrown out of employment by hard times!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have rather a strange objection to talking from the back platform of a train.... It changes too often. It moves around and shift...s its ground too often. I like a platform that stays put.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We have got onto slippery ice where there is no friction and so in a certain sense the conditions are ideal, but also, just becaus...e of that, we are unable to walk. We want to walk so we need friction. Back to the rough ground!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »