Pastoral Resources

Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World.

The faults of a superior person are like the sun and moon. They have their faults, and everyone sees them; they change and everyone looks up to them.

At rest, however, in the middle of everything is the sun.

Finally we shall place the Sun himself at the center of the Universe.

Moreover, since the sun remains stationary, whatever appears as a motion of the sun is really due rather to the motion of the earth.

Near the sun is the center of the universe.

And if you dont believe the sun will rise, stand alone and greet the coming night in the last remaining light.

In the future as in the past, both Clausewitz and Sun Tzu will undoubtedly have a lot to offer.

Sun Tzu does not need my praise. His work has lived for over two thousand years, and will surely live for another two thousand without any help from me.

I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, tomorrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.

Such Roots as are soft, your best way is to dry in the Sun, or else hang them up in the Chimney corner upon a string; as for such as are hard you may dry them any where.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

One of the things that is wrong with America is that everybody who has done anything at all in his own field is expected to be an authority on every subject under the sun.

The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.

Today the theory of evolution is about as much open to doubt as the theory that the earth goes round the sun.

There is nothing is more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little - the book of Nature.

A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Stand a little less between me and the sun.

The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.