A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.
His whole being, his whole life was awakened in one instant, as if youth returned to him, as if the extinguished sparks of talent blazed up again. The blindfold suddenly fell from his eyes. God! to ruin the best years of his youth so mercilessly; to destroy, to extinguish the spark of fire that had...
It is strange that people train themselves so carefully to go to waste so prematurely
I see no reason why I should tickle stones or waste time on polishing bronze.
Unfortunately, since there was only one of him, most of his riches were wasted.
Man’s inhumanity to man will continue as long as man loves God more than he loves his fellow man. The love of God means wasted love. ‘For God and Country’ means a divided allegiance—a 50 per cent patriot.The most abused word in the language of man is the word ‘God.’ The reason for this is...
He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
These programs and reading series are the fruit of an intellectually exhausted literacy industry that lost its way long ago, even as we mutely accepted its misguided agenda – to complicate reading and literacy so that we will purchase its programs and materials.
It starts so young, and I’m angry about that. The garbage we’re taught. About love, about what’s “romantic.” Look at so many of the so-called romantic figures in books and movies. Do we ever stop and think how many of them would cause serious and drastic unhappiness after The End? Why are sick and dangerous...
We convince ourselves that even our shameless waste, our unchecked consumption and our appalling ignorance of anyplace in the world except our own little corner must continue–or they win! No, when you become smarter and less gluttonous, you win. We all win!
Now I stand before houses seton our secret trail, the haunt of arrowheadsand lost Indians the color of small plums,rooms in which the new boys play, tamedby computers and a summer waste of games,where once, in these woods, we tasted wild fruit.
The world defines ‘waste’ very differently than Jesus does.
The meaning of our lives is to justify where our bosses spent their budget.
Thrift is poetic because it is creative; waste is unpoetic because it is waste.
I have indeed lived and worked to my taste either in art or science. What more could a man desire? Knowledge has always been my goal. There is much that I shall leave behind undone…but something at least I was privileged to leave for the world to use, if it so intends…As the Latin poet...