Glories Quotes

We must go beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths and untrodden depths of the wilderness and travel and explore and tell the world the glories of our journey.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

One of the glories and terrors of working in public is that you do see if your output means anything to anyone.

Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.

We must get beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths... and tell the world the glories of our journey.

The State thrives on war - unless, of course, it is defeated and crushed - expands on it, glories in it.

Are we like late Rome, infatuated with past glories, ruled by a complacent, greedy elite, and hopelessly powerless to respond to changing conditions?

Science is an integral part of culture. It's not this foreign thing, done by an arcane priesthood. It's one of the glories of the human intellectual tradition.

I could explain a hundred fold more than I ever have of the glories of the kingdoms manifested to me in the vision, were I permitted, and were the people prepared to receive them.

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

One of the glories of New York is its ethnic food, and only McDonald's and Burger King equalize us all.

Among the expected glories of the Constitution, next to the abolition of Slavery was that of Rum.

Among the great glories of the MGM lot were the vast outdoor sets that had been constructed over the years.

Don't try to tear down other people's religion about their ears, Build up your own perfect structure of truth, and invite your listeners to enter in and enjoy it's glories.

One of the glories of English simplicity is the possibility of using the same word as noun and verb.

My sense of divine brings with it a strange sound of music with its glories, a marvellous melody sounding like a multitude of flutes.

The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.