Edgar Fawcett quotes

“We say of the oak, How grand of girth! Of the willow we say, How slender! And yet to the soft grass clothing the earth How slight is the praise we render.”
-- Edgar Fawcett

Source : Edgar Fawcett (1891). “Songs of Doubt and Dream (poems)”

#Earth Quotes #Praise Quotes #Grass Quotes

“January is here, with eyes that keenly glow, A frost-mailed warrior striding a shadowy steed of snow.”
-- Edgar Fawcett

#Eye Quotes #Warrior Quotes #Snow Quotes

“At some glad moment was it nature's choice to dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?”
-- Edgar Fawcett

Source : Edgar Fawcett (1878). “Fantasy and Passion”

#Sunset Quotes #Voice Quotes #Choices Quotes

“There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.”

“An epiphany enables you to sense creation not as something completed, but as constantly becoming, evolving, ascending. This transports you from a place where there is nothing new to a place where there is nothing old, where everything renews itself, where heaven and earth rejoice as at the moment of creation.”

“I'm just a down-to-earth guy.”

“I’m not afraid of anything that might happen to me on this earth, because I know no matter what, nothing can take my spirit from me.”

“The encouragement I got from Campbell was a quick check and praise. Once the Space Beagle was launched on its mission, it seemed natural for it to breed additional thoughts.”

“As a rule, so-called "positional" sacrifices are considered more difficult, and therefore more praise-worthy, than those which are based exclusively on an exact calculation of tactical possibilities.”

Source : Alexander Alekhine, Garry Kasparov (2011). “Alexander Alekhine's Best Games: Algebraic edition”, Pavilion Books

“I was one thing at one time, and I'm something new. I'm a new creature now. Don't judge Alice by what he used to be. Praise God for what I am now.”

“Praise invariably implies a reference to a higher standard.”

“There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.”

Source : Archibald MacLeish (1985). “Collected Poems, 1917-1982”, p.41, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

“I'm not irreplaceable ... I'm nothing but grass growing on the ground; when the grass dies, another one replaces it ...”