In a bureaucracy, they shoot the bull, pass the buck, and make seven copies of everything.
Sometimes I'm kind of spacey. I'm like Ferdinand the bull, sniffing the daisy, not aware of time, of what's going on in the real world.
Rodeoing is about the only sport you can't fix. You'd have to talk to the bulls and horses, and they wouldn't understand you.
To concern yourself with surface political conflicts is to make the mistake of the bull in the ring, you are charging the cloth. That is what politics is for, to teach you the cloth. Just as the bullfighter teaches the bull, teaches him to follow, obey the cloth.
When you take the bull by the horns. . . what happens is a toss-up.
A bull market is like sex. It feels best just before it ends.
Michael Jordan was a cultural icon that everybody on the playground wanted to be. The Bulls dynasty was a huge part of my childhood and it was the peak of my basketball interest as a kid.
I shop like a bull - I charge everything!
Humans had a saying. Mess with the bull and get the horns. Well, Harpies had a saying, too. Mess with a Harpy and die.
Instead of shooting arrows at someone elses target, which Ive never been very good at, I make my own target around wherever my arrow happens to have landed. You shoot your arrow and then you paint your bulls eye around it, and therefore you have hit the target dead centre.
I have painted and drawn bulls for some time because of their density and all the symbolism they carry.
In one era the majority puts its faith and sympathy with the bullfighter, in another with the bull.
The bull-fighter has merely demonstrated that he is a butcher with balletic tendencies.
Society, in the aggregate, is no fool. It is astonishing what an amount of "eccentricity" it will stand from anybody who takes the bull by the horns, too fearless or too indifferent to think of consequences.
If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bull.
In time the bull is brought to wear the yoke. [Lat. , Tempore ruricolae patiens fit taurus aratri. ]
When somebody say no, it's a red flag to a bull to me.
Whenever the investor sold out in an upswing as soon as the top level of the previous well-recognized bull market was reached, he had a chance in the next bear market to buy back at one third (or better) below his selling price.
Cheer the bull, or cheer the bear; cheer both, and you will be trampled and eaten.
I was utterly free of speculative prejudices. The bear side doesn't appeal to me any more than the bull side, or vice versa. My one steadfast prejudice is against being wrong.