Pastoral Resources

Language is wine upon the lips.

It was never a policy of the Kent team that the pitch must be occupied all day after winning the toss.

All this time I lived with my parents, and wrought on the plantation; and having had schooling pretty well for a planter, I used to improve myself in winter evenings, and other leisure times.

With all the knowledge and skill acquired in thousands of flights in the last ten years, I would hardly think today of making my first flight on a strange machine in a twenty-seven mile wind, even if I knew that the machine had already been flown and was safe.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

There was no wind in all that sweep of sky.

When I did Inherit the Wind, I learned about teaching school. I also found out what a fundamentalist was.

There is no brilliant single stroke that is going to transform the water into wine or straw into gold.

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

The joy of winning is not as dramatic as the losses were, because I expected us to win.

We have to get better at that. All of the Stanley Cup winning teams throughout the past few seasons, when they needed to play defense, they did it. If you can play defense, that's when you know it's game over.

I think Linux is a great thing, because Linux is an alternative to Windows, and because, of all the operating systems that are at all relevant today, Unix is the best of a bad lot.

We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.

Beauty is often worse than wine; intoxicating both the holder and beholder.

I think in the bullpen you can tell during your warmups, if you have a good feel for it. But anything can happen once you get into a game. Sometimes you just wind up throwing it better than ever before one day without knowing why.

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.