“But veteran lawmakers torn apart by PTSD don't have a choice about being Exhibit A in the case against Washington politics. When you see what can happen to a page or a junior congressman, it passes on in a very real way, not in a history-class sense, that reality of what political power really is, .. Who are we to impose this emotional albatross on public servants? As a nation, we pretend to elect our leaders. It seems unjust to make them a special class to suffer for our sins over wrongheaded laws, or pay a continuing emotional price for securing their future careers.” WayRealRealitySeemsHappensLawPoliticalSufferingChoicesNationsSinPayLeaderClassCareersCasesSpecialEmotionalPagesServantContinuingUnjustTornVeteranPtsdJuniorsExhibitsPolitical PowerCongressmanPublic ServantsLawmakersTorn ApartAlbatrossHistory ClassFuture Careers Author:Leon Kass
“Nietzsche says that as soon as he had read a single page of Schopenhauer, he knew he would read every page of him and pay heed to every word, even to the errors he might find. Every intellectual aspirant will be able to name men whom he has read in this way.” MenWayMightAbleNamesPayPagesIntellectualErrorsHeed Book:Friedrich Nietzsche (English Edition) Source: Friedrich Nietzsche (English Edition)
“[Examiners] spend their lives in discovering which pages of a text-book a man ought to read and which will not be likely to 'pay'.” MenBookPayOughtPagesDiscovering Author:Peter Tait
“I don't watch the nightly newscasts on TV . . . nor do I watch the endless hours of people giving their opinion about things. I don't read the editorial pages; I don't read the columnists. It can be a frustrating experience to pay attention to somebody's false opinion.” PeopleGivingHoursPayAttentionOpinionWatchesTvsPagesEndlessPay AttentionFrustratingEditorialsColumnists Author:George W. Bush
“Perhaps the highest goodness attainable is a life of service to all mankind. Such an ideal is supported in nearly every page in the Gospels-the parables, the sermons, and the countless acts of service by our Lord Himself. The ideal is not limited to any particular kind of service, nor a given quantity of service. The ideal is accepting life itself as a trust to be used in the welfare of mankind. It is a life that is glad for the chance to be of any help, an attitude that 'service is the rent we pay for our own room on earth.' (Lord Halifax)” KindHelpingEarthUsedGivenChanceRoomsPayAttitudeAcceptingLordMankindParticularGoodnessHighestPagesIdealsGladWelfareQuantitySermonsOur LordParablesAccepting LifeActs Of ServiceHalifax Author:Obert C. Tanner
“Many of the ugly pages of American history have been obscured and forgotten....America owes a debt of justice which it has only begun to pay. If it loses the will to finish or slackens in its determination, history will recall its crimes and the country that would be great will lack the most indispensable element of greatness-justice.” IfsHas BeensCountryWould BeAmericaLosesJusticePayCrimeGreatnessElementsPagesDeterminationForgottenUglyDebtRecallsAmerican HistoryIndispensableMisdeeds Author:Martin Luther King, Jr.
“You lose somebody you've possibly known for years and on top of that you lose a character that you love seeing on TV so I think that kind of makes it cool that we pay a price too. That it is painful on many levels and its amazing to be writing that moment and crossing that line right on the page and seeing the ugliness of it and having to deal with it. It's a very weird thing.” ThinkingWritingYearsKindMomentsCharacterLosesLinesLevelsDealsPayKnownSeeingTvsPagesPainfulThat MomentUglinessCrossingsWeird Things Author:Scott M. Gimple
“In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art.” MenWritingHeartArtStillsLightAgeLyingNightCommonGriefPaySecretStageArmsProudLoversMoonAmbitionPagesSingingPraiseTradeRoundsRageBreadCraftsCharmLabourWagesHeedPsalmsIvoryNightingalesSullenProud Man Author:Dylan Thomas