Your hands are not made to type out memos. Or put paper through fax machines. Or hold a phone up while you talk to people you dislike. One hundred years from now, your hands will rot like dust in your grave. You have to make wonderful use of those hands now. Kiss your hands so they can make magic.
Why is our fancy to be appalled by terrific perspectives of a hell beyond the grave?
I think I’ll take my record of 13 goals to the grave.
Mr. Gonzales’ failure to respond to questions legitimately posed to him by the Senate raises grave doubts in my mind as to his fitness to serve the people of the United States as their Attorney General.
Whatever else I do before finally I go to my grave, I hope it will not be looking after young people.
We take nothing to the grave with us, but a good or evil conscience… It is true, terrors of conscience cast us down; and yet without terrors of conscience we cannot be raised up again.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.
I take a grave view of the press. It is the weak slat under the bed of democracy.
We pacifists have not ceased to point to the grave danger of armaments and to insist on their curtailment.
