What did Margaret Deland mean by: The insolence of time is like a blow in the face from an unseen enemy. - Margaret Deland Author · USA Copy
+ A pint can’t hold a quart – if it holds a pint it is doing all that can be expected of it. Feraz Zeid, January 2, 2024January 10, 2024, Margaret Deland, Expected, 0 - Margaret Deland Author · USA
+ Truth is like heat or light; its vibrations are endless, and are endlessly felt. Feraz Zeid, January 2, 2024January 10, 2024, Margaret Deland, Light, Vibrations, 0 - Margaret Deland Author · USA
+ It is useless to deny that, unless one has a genius for imparting knowledge, teaching is a drudgery. Feraz Zeid, January 2, 2024January 10, 2024, Margaret Deland, Genius, Teaching, Useless, 0 - Margaret Deland Author · USA
+ I’ve always thought the law ought to put on spectacles, it has mighty poor eyesight once in a while. Feraz Zeid, January 2, 2024January 10, 2024, Margaret Deland, Law, 0 - Margaret Deland Author · USA
+ conceit is the devil’s horse, and reformers generally ride it when they are in a hurry. Feraz Zeid, January 2, 2024January 10, 2024, Margaret Deland, Conceit, Devil, Horse, 0 - Margaret Deland Author · USA
+ there couldn’t be war, unless lies were believed. War has to be nourished by lies. Feraz Zeid, January 2, 2024January 10, 2024, Margaret Deland, Lying, War, 0 - Margaret Deland Author · USA
+ The fact is, the secret of happiness is the sense of proportion. Feraz Zeid, January 3, 2024January 10, 2024, Margaret Deland, Fact, Happiness, Secret, 0 - Margaret Deland Author · USA
+ … some of the things floating about in the Well of Memory are not worth recording. Feraz Zeid, January 2, 2024January 10, 2024, Margaret Deland, Floating, Memories, 0 - Margaret Deland Author · USA
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Children have neither past nor future;they enjoy the present, which very few of us do. - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its shortness. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Nothing is more dangerous than a friend without discretion; even a prudent enemy is preferable. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
