Great saying by great authors Quote by Allen Tate Download Open image “Every son-of-a-bitch is Christ, at least Rousseau…” — Allen Tate ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.8 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Great saying by great authors
I've always considered Christ to be one of the greatest revolutionaries in the history of humanity. — Fidel Castro Copy Share Image
.. free and responsible development of the individual, so that he may place his powers freely and gladly in the service of all mankind.… — Albert Einstein Copy Share Image
Jesus Christ out-socialists the socialists. He says that in His Kingdom he that is greatest shall be the servant of all. The real test… — Oswald Chambers Copy Share Image
“You are all children of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with… — Peter Rollins Copy Share Image
In Christ we become God's sons, man's servants and the devil's masters. — John G. Lake Copy Share Image
“For he alone, as the only all-gracious Son of an all-gracious Father, in accordance with the purpose of his Father's benevolence, has willingly put… — Eusebius Copy Share Image
We're all the sons of God, or children of the Is, or ideas of the Mind, or however else you want to say it. — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
“Christ is no Moses, no law-giver, no tyrant, but the Mediator for sins, the Giver of grace and life.” — Martin Luther Copy Share Image
Jesus Christ is, in the noblest and most perfect sense, the realized ideal of humanity. — Johann Gottfried Herder Copy Share Image
So the poet, who wants to be something that he cannot be, and is a failure in plain life, makes up fictitious versions of… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
The mission for the day is to encourage students to think beyond traditional career opportunities, prepare for future careers and entrance into the workplace. — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
There is a calm for you where men and women Unroll the chill precision of moving feet. — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, litigious love,Wears the long… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
In an age of abstract experience, fornication Is self-expression, adjunct to Christian euphoria, And whores become delinquents; delinquents, patients; Patients, wards of society. Whores,… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
With spring the father-sky remakes the world: The male shower has flowed into the bride, Earth's body; then shifted through sky and sea and… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
Walk in this faithless grass with studious tread, Lest mice, weasels, germane beasts, too soon The tall hat and eyes, the fierce feet, for… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
Punctilious abyss, the yawn of space Come once a day to suffocate the sight. — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
There is probably nothing wrong with art for art's sake if we take the phrase seriously, and not take it to mean the kind… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
Rosalind. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touchstone. Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The lumberers rarely trouble themselves to put out their fires, such is the dampness of the primitive forest; and this is one cause, no… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Maria. Nay, but say true, doesit work upon him? Sir Toby Belch. Like aqua vitae with a midwife. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The great must submit to the dominion of prudence and of virtue, or none will long submit to the dominion of thegreat. — Edmund Burke Copy Share Image
She who does not know she isa patient lies Within a tent of green, and sleeps without a sound — James Kirkup Copy Share Image
Popular culture entered my life as Shirley Temple, who was exactly my age and wrotea letter in the newspapers telling how her mother fixed… — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
It is only possible to succeed at second-rate pursuitslikebecoming a millionaire or a prime minister, winning a war, seducing beautiful women, flying thought the… — Malcolm Muggeridge Copy Share Image
Here the crow starves, here the patient stag Breeds for the rifle. — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
They are not dead! They havebut passed, Beyond the mists that blind us here, Into the new and larger life, Of that serener sphere. — John Luckey McCreery Copy Share Image
It was a chilly winter's night; And frost was glitt'ring on theground, And evening stars were twinkling bright; — William Barnes Copy Share Image
