You may have won the war, but you will never take my crown
That corporations are the creatures of the Crown must be universally admitted.
He that hath no cross deserves no crown.
Women wear many hats in their lives. Daughter, sister, student, breadwinner. But no matter where we are or what we’re doing, one hat that moms never take off is the crown of motherhood. There is no crown more glorious.
The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach. [The Royal Crown cures not the headache. ]
A crown is merely a hat that lets the rain in.
Moreover, in Russia there was an enormous amount of landed property to be divided, large estates, crown lands, government land, and the estates held by the monasteries.
I had to face within myself all the things I didn't do and wasn't while I was wearing my own crown.
It doesn't hurt to lose my crown, it hurts to lose.
The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy; And 'tis the crown of justice, and the glory
My crown is in my heart, not on my head.
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
Product procedure. . . must securely protect the crown jewels, but, equally important, it must eschew building high fences around the garbage cans.
The Lord has many lovers of His crown but few lovers of His Cross.
A criminal remains a criminal whether he uses a convict's suit or a monarch's crown.
All men are partially buried in the grave of custom, and of some we see only the crown of the head above ground. Better are the physically dead, for they more lively rot. Even virtue is no longer such if it be stagnant. A man's life should be constantly as fresh as this river. It should be the same channel, but a new water every instant.
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?
Fear Does Not Crown Champions.
My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me, The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me, Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me. . . They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me. They might feel the music but could never ever feel me.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.