Quotes About Struggle

Politics are a very unsatisfactory game.

Modern politics is, at bottom, a struggle not of men but of forces.

We combat obstacles in order to get repose, and, when got, the repose is insupportable.

Some murmur when the sky is clear and wholly bright to view, if one small speck of dark appear in their great heaven of blue: And some with thankful love are filled, if but one streak of light, one ray of God's good mercy, gild the darkness of their night.

Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, Nature struggles to pour life.

Man can either be less than man or more than man, and both are monsters, the last more dread.

This is the army! Nobody can do the best they can.

Ivy League bumblers and drunks who had once pulled the levers of secret gov't in an age of high anxiety...These were the bastards who beat the bastards, unless it was all just dumb luck.

Excitement is impossible where there is no contest.

But this was not enough to check the English. The French stronghold, owing largely to the efforts of Mr. Pitt and the British navy, was doomed, and the brave garrison, deserting their hopeless post, permitted Forbes to march in unmolested, and name his conquest Fort Pitt.

It may be possible to make the political history of every colony in turn picturesque and exciting;

Alas, that the longest hill Must end in a vale; but still, Who climbs with toil, wheresoe'er Shall find wings there.

An oppressed people are authorized whenever they can to rise and break their fetters.

I prefer the troubled ocean of war...to the tranquil, putrescent pool of ignominious peace.

Y he ahí que en un momento supremo, de los labios del Dios hecho hombre, ascenderá este grito desesperado: «Dios mío, Dios mío, ¿por qué me has abandonado?». Como si Dios hecho hombre debiese experimentar la desesperación otrora infligida por sí mismo a su siervo Job.

I quietly declare war with the State, after my fashion, though I will still make use and get advantage of her as I can, as is usual in such cases.

We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke straps our vice.

People lead lives of quiet desperation.

My life has been the poem I would have writ, But I could not both live and utter it.

So we defend ourselves and our henroosts, and maintain slavery.

What is human warfare but just this an effort to make the laws of God and nature take sides with one party.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

It is not necessary that a man should earn his living by the sweat of his brow unless he sweats easier than I do.

Faith keeps many doubts in her pay. If I could not doubt, I should not believe.