Dies Quote by Cormac McCarthy Download Open image “In every trade save war men of talent and vigor prosper. In war they die.” — Cormac McCarthy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dies Men Talent Trade Vigor War Wealth
War so conspicuously benefits rich men and kills the poor ones. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Wars are sometimes waged to extend trade-the blood of many being shed to enrich a few. — William Jennings Bryan Copy Share Image
When the rich [and politically powerful] make war, it's the poor [and politically weak] who die. — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
Modern war is so expensive that we feel trade to be a better avenue to plunder; but modern man inherits all the innate pugnacity… — William James Copy Share Image
“MEN WAGE WARS for profit and principle, but they fight them for land and women. Sooner or later, the other causes and compelling reasons… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Men leave their riches either to their kindred or their friends, and moderate portions prosper best in both. — Francis Bacon Copy Share Image
Riches, though they may reward virtues, yet they cannot cause them; he is much more noble who deserves a benefit than he who bestows… — Owen Feltham Copy Share Image
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The events of the world can have no separate life from the world. And yet the world itself can have no temporal view of things. It can have no cause to favor certain enterprises over others. The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one. There is no favoring, you see. How could there be?… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said. The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“They set forth in a crimson dawn where sky and earth closed in a razorous plane. Out there dark little archipelagos of cloud and the vast world of sand and scrub shearing upward into the shoreless void where those blue islands trembled and the earth grew uncertain, gravely canted and veering out through tinctures of rose and the dark beyond… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Nothing. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He lives in a room above a courtyard behind a tavern and he comes down at night like some fairybook beast to fight with the sailors. He is not big but he has big wrists, big hands. His shoulders are set close. The child's face is curiously untouched behind the scars, the eyes oddly innocent. They fight with fists, with… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Ultimo hombre. Last man standing, must've been one. Where'd he go?” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“They went through the last of the cars and then walked up the track to the locomotive and climbed up to the catwalk. Rust and scaling paint. They pushed into the cab and he blew away the ash from the engineer's seat and put the boy at the controls. The controls were very simple. Little to do but push the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black immobility these… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Most of us are convinced that we are our egos, which is who we think we are. The ego is part of our incarnation.… — Ram Dass Copy Share Image
I'll smoke, I'll cough, I'll get the tumors, I'll die, deal? Thank you America. [salutes] — Bill Hicks Copy Share Image
Don't even think for a moment that you are not going to die. — Dzongsar Jamyang Khyentse Rinpoche Copy Share Image
Set NOT your hearts on the flowers of this world. They shall fade and die. Prize the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Violence is not necessary to destroy a civilization. Each civilization dies from indifference toward the unique values which created it. — Nicolas Gomez Davila Copy Share Image
I wonder: when a Jehovah's Witness dies and goes to Heaven, does God hide behind the door and pretend He's not home? — Brian Celio Copy Share Image
Certainly, it is. Love is love, and loss is loss. We all love, and we all die, and everyone suffers the pain of grieving.… — Lynsay Sands Copy Share Image
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously. — Richard Brinsley Sheridan Copy Share Image
My father thrives on fear. You know that prayer If I should die before I wake? I had sheets that said that! — Christopher Titus Copy Share Image
For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies. — Bret Harte Copy Share Image
This mind is a prison. It cannot find any freedom anywhere. It must die before freedom comes to you. But we have taken the… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image