Danger is sauce for prayers.

When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.

One word from the Lord is like a piece of gold to a believer, who is like a jeweler, shaping and hammering out the promise for a number of weeks.

My books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. (Fortunately) everybody drinks water.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

If you like a person you say ‚let’s go into business together.‘ Man is a social animal after all, but such partnerships are fraught with danger.

In a battle all you need to make you fight is a little hot blood and the knowledge that it’s more dangerous to lose than to win.

A woman’s heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet; her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.

I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.

Scientists have to have a metaphor. All scientists start with imagination.

We often want one thing and pray for another, not telling the truth even to the gods.

I’m kind of a big kettle. It takes time to get boiled, but then I’m always hot.

The poet, being an imitator like a painter or any other artist, must of necessity imitate one of three objects – things as they were or are, things as they are said or thought to be, or things as they ought to be. The vehicle of expression is language – either current terms or, it may be, rare words or metaphors.

Convictions, in the end, they can be dangerous, but a world without them is just kind of an awful kind of gray, amorphous mass.

One of the common failings among honorable people is a failure to appreciate how thoroughly dishonorable some other people can be, and how dangerous it is to trust them.

Vulnerability is not weakness. And that myth is profoundly dangerous.

When one burns one’s bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

There is a danger that threatens everyone in the church, all of us. The danger of worldliness. It leads us to vanity, arrogance and pride.

I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.

You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug, especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye.

On life’s vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.

Our prayers should be for blessings in general, for God knows best what is good for us.

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

When I have an idea, I turn down the flame, as if it were a little alcohol stove, as low as it will go. Then it explodes and that is my idea.

All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.

I spent more time on dark ships in danger zones than any other woman in the world.

Politics is almost as exciting as war, and quite as dangerous. In war you can only be killed once, but in politics many times.

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

Considering their impact, you might expect mosquitoes to get more attention than they do. Sharks kill fewer than a dozen people every year, and in the U.S. they get a week dedicated to them on TV every year.

Good writing is like a windowpane.

There is poison in the fang of the serpent, in the mouth of the fly and in the sting of a scorpion; but the wicked man is saturated with it.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

When written in Chinese, the word ‚crisis‘ is composed of two characters. One represents danger and the other represents opportunity.

Will power is to the mind like a strong blind man who carries on his shoulders a lame man who can see.

Reality is a sliding door.

Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself.

The most effective prayers are usually the simple prayers.

My sisters like cooking at my place. It has a bit more room, and the food tastes a little bit better. A big pot of spaghetti and sauce, some warm French bread – works all the time. I think I’ve been eating pasta for 26 years.

An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

Old men are dangerous: it doesn’t matter to them what is going to happen to the world.

The United States and our allies are determined: we refuse to live in the shadow of this ultimate danger.

Success is always dangerous, and we need to be alert and avoid becoming the victims of our own success. Will we influence the world for Christ, or will the world influence us?

When you see a rattlesnake poised to strike, you do not wait until he has struck to crush him.

We’re in greater danger today than we were the day after Pearl Harbor. Our military is absolutely incapable of defending this country.

Princes and governments are far more dangerous than other elements within society.

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one’s real and one’s declared aims, one turns, as it were, instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink.

At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.

The wise man does not expose himself needlessly to danger, since there are few things for which he cares sufficiently; but he is willing, in great crises, to give even his life – knowing that under certain conditions it is not worthwhile to live.

Neither should a ship rely on one small anchor, nor should life rest on a single hope.

Just cause you got the monkey off your back doesn’t mean the circus has left town.

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you’re aboard, there’s nothing you can do.

There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.

The nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master and deserves one.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

It seems strange that bears, so fond of all sorts of flesh, running the risks of guns and fires and poison, should never attack men except in defense of their young. How easily and safely a bear could pick us up as we lie asleep! Only wolves and tigers seem to have learned to hunt man for food, and perhaps sharks and crocodiles.

When I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees.

The genesis of a poem for me is usually a cluster of words. The only good metaphor I can think of is a scientific one: dipping a thread into a supersaturated solution to induce crystal formation. I don’t think I solve problems in my poetry; I think I uncover the problems.

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.

The point in history at which we stand is full of promise and danger. The world will either move forward toward unity and widely shared prosperity – or it will move apart.