My, g**, he was as strong as a team of oxen. That would be strong right? — James Patterson Copy Share Image
Old sciences are unraveled like old stockings, by beginning at the foot. — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
If oxen and horses and lions could draw and paint, they would delineate the gods in their own image. — Xenophanes Copy Share Image
Happy he who far from business persuits Tills and re-tills his ancestral lands With oxen of his own breeding Having no slavish… — Horace Copy Share Image
The sciences are found, like Hercules's oxen, by tracing them backward; and old sciences are unravelled like old stockings, by beginning at… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
I come from pioneer stock, developers of the West, people who went out into the wilderness and set up home with nothing… — Joni Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? It… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers,… — Horace Copy Share Image
I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top:… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
The patience of poverty. In rice fields, backs bent forever. Amazing, man outoxens the oxen and still smiles. The mystery of India,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Christmas Eve I saw a stable, low and very bare, A little child in a manger. The oxen knew Him, had Him… — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
Keep in mind that this appears in the same book of the Bible that approves the death sentence for a child who… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
Money appears as measure (in Homer, e.g. oxen) earlier than as medium of exchange, because in barter each commodity is still its… — Karl Marx Copy Share Image
Tempore difficiles veniunt ad aratra juvenci; Tempore lenta pati frena docentur equi. In time the unmanageable young oxen come to the plough;… — Ovid Copy Share Image
The earth was our home, she would have said, but no less was it home to the oxen that pulled our plows… — Eknath Easwaran Copy Share Image
Ready or not, here I come I'm so tired of this dumb game of hide and seek Olly olly oxen free Show… — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
That which the French proverb hath of sickness is true of all evils, that they come on horseback, and go away on… — Joseph Hall Copy Share Image
Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Suffering follows an evil thought as the wheels of a… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
Graciousness, courtesy, compassion-this is hesed. Hesed is a quality that extends even to the animals and the land. The sabbath rest principle… — Richard J. Foster Copy Share Image
“One farmer says to me, 'You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make bones with;' and so… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The air was cold to the lungs, the long grass dripping wet, and the herbs on it gave out their spiced astringent… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
And found in the temple those that sold oxen and sheep and doves, and the changers of money sitting: And when he… — John the Apostle Copy Share Image
If oxen and lions had hands and could paint with their hands and produce works of art, as men do, horses would… — Xenophanes Copy Share Image
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. "Now they are all on their knees," An elder said as we sat in a… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
From high Meonia's rocky shores I came, Of poor decsent, Acoetes is my name, My sire was measly born: no oxen ploughed,… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors, And all this our very utmost toil Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
“it was difficult to stay upright. Once rolling, the oxen were as” — Beverley Harper Copy Share Image
If you were plowing a field, which would you rather use? Two strong oxen or 1024 chickens? — Seymour Cray Copy Share Image
In literature, there are only oxen. The biggest ones are the geniuses-the ones who toil eighteen hours a day without tiring. — Jules Renard Copy Share Image
Too slow, the wagons of years, The oxen of days--too glum. Our god is the god of speed, Our heart--our battle-drum. — Vladimir Mayakovsky Copy Share Image
Our enlightened posterity will look back upon us who eat oxen and sheep, just as we look upon cannibals. — William Winwood Reade Copy Share Image
