Quotes related to Philippians 4:8
Thought is the strongest thing we have. Work done by true and profound thought - that is a real force.
— Albert Schweitzer
Most men admire Virtue, who follow not her lore.
— John Milton
It is only when men begin to worship that they begin to grow.
— Calvin Coolidge
When the style is fully formed, if it has a sweet undersong, we call it beautiful, and the writer may do what he likes in words or syntax.
— Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
If a man is known by the company he keeps, so also his character is reflected in the books he reads.
— J. Oswald Sanders
The person who sees the difficulties so clearly that he does not discern the possibilities cannot inspire a vision in others.
— J. Oswald Sanders
Why has he taken this job?... For the sake of the dogs? But the dogs are dead; and what do dogs know of honour and dishonour anyway? For himself then. For his idea of the world, a world in which men do not use shovels to beat corpses into a more convenient shape for processing.
— JM Coetzee
When all else fail, philosophize.
— JM Coetzee
It's not that I can't fall in love. It's really that I can't help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can't distinguish between what's platonic and what isn't, because it's all too much and not enough at the same time.
— Jack Kerouac
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all
— Jack Kerouac
Your mind makes out the orange by seeing it, hearing it, touching it, smelling it, tasting it and thinking about it but without this mind, you call it, the orange would not be seen or heard or smelled or tasted or even mentally noticed, it's actually, that orange, depending on your mind to exist! Don't you see that? By itself it's a no-thing, it's really mental, it's seen only of your mind. In other words it's empty and awake.
— Jack Kerouac
For when you realized that God is Everything you know that you've got to love everything no matter how bad it is, in the ultimate sense it was neither good nor bad (consider the dust), it was just what was, that is, what we made to appear.
— Jack Kerouac