Quotes About Chaff

Newpaper editors are men who separate the wheat from the chaff, and then print the chaff.

An editor is someone who separates the wheat from the chaff and then prints the chaff.

In this world everything that is not of sound racial stock is like chaff. Every historical event in the world is nothing more nor less than a manifestation of the instinct of racial self-preservation, whether for weal or woe.

Your mother asked about his family, because we are southern and asking about someone's family is the only way we can distinguish the chaff from the wheat.

Asked about the role of America's newspaper publishers, later, when they opposed him editorially, he answered, "Their job is to separate the wheat from the chaff and then print the chaff.

In God's mill even chaff becomes flour.

With the wind of tribulation God separates in the floor of the soul, the chaff from the corn.

With relentless selectivity, the Communist machine has winnowed out the grain and retained only the chaff of Western culture.

Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and, when you have them, they are not worth the search.

An editor is someone who separates the wheat from the chaff and then prints the chaff.

Editor: A person employed on a newspaper whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.

Editor: a person employed by a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.

I'm a reader of milblogs, but as with all blogs, the wheat/chaff ratio makes it a poor investment of time.

Don't let my soul be riddled / by deceit: kill it or, / like fog, it will seep through / a heap of white chaff.

See in the mind's eye wind blowing chaff on ancient threshing floors when men with fans toss up the trodden sheaves, and yellow-haired Demeter, puff by puff, divides the chaff and grain: how all day long in bleaching sun strawpiles grow white: so white grew those Akhaian figures in the dustcloud churned to the brazen sky by horses' hooves as chariots intermingled, as the drivers turned and turned—carrying their hands high and forward gallantly despite fatigue.

As on the sacred threshing floor wind blows the chaff, while men stand winnowing the crop, when Demeter, with her golden hair, separates the grain from the chaff in the rushing breeze, and piles of chaff grow whiter, so then Achaean troops grew white, covered with dust stirred up by horses hooves.

An editor - a person employed on a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.

They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.

Newspaper editors are men who separate the wheat from the chaff, and then print the chaff.

EDITOR... A person employed on a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed.

He is small, unclean, unshaven. He moves in the dry chaff among the dust and slats of sunlight with a constrained truculence. Saxon and Celtic blood. A child of God much like yourself perhaps.

When the Lord Jesus Christ comes to purge His threshing floor, He shall punish all who are not His disciples with a fearful punishment. All who are found impenitent and unbelieving—all who have held the truth in unrighteousness—all who have clung to sin, stuck to the world, and set their affection on things below—all who are without Christ. All such shall come to an awful end. Christ shall "burn up the chaff!

For the kids at Chaff, the annual Career Day, held about two weeks before the summer break, was enough to make most of them at contemplate career suicide before they'd even taken an aptitude test or a written resume. Held outdoors on the schoolyard blacktop, the assemblage of coal miners, driving-range golf-ball retrievers, basket weavers, ditch diggers, book-binders, traumatized fire-fighters, and the world's last astronaut never does much to inspire.

Prepositions are vital, of course. What would we do without in, of, by, for, on, and so forth? But as useful as those compact little words are, they must be limited and controlled or they'll fill the sentence with chaff, disrupt its flow, and force its rhythms into an annoying singsong.