The rule was "no autopsy, no foul".
I knew it was gonna go out. It was just a question of it being fair or foul. The wind must have carried it 15 feet toward the foul pole. I just stood there and watched. I didn't want to miss seeing it go out.
It is from the midst of this putrid sewer that the greatest river of human industry springs up and carries fertility to the whole world. From this foul drain pure gold flows forth.
It is better to use fair means and fail, than foul and conquer.
Mirthfulness is in the mind, and you cannot get it out. It is the blessed spirit that God has set in the mind to dust it, to enliven its dark places, and to drive asceticism, like a foul fiend, out at the back door. It is just as good, in its place, as conscience or veneration. Praying can no more be made a substitute for smiling than smiling can for praying.
Streams may spring from one source and yet some may be clear and some be foul.
Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition
To err is human, but to really foul things up you need a computer.
I think some people at Doubleday worried about that a bit when Knockemstiff came out, but, with the exception of one or two people who complained that I didn't do justice to the many good people who lived in the holler, most of the local objections have been aimed at the violence and foul language.
It seemed cruel for a day to dawn so fair and end so foul as this one promised to.
You have to foul me to stop me, period.
In the deregulated realm of US banking and finance, crime does occasionally pay for its foul deeds, not in prison time but by making modest rebates to the victims.
It has always been cited as an irrepressible symptom of America's vitality that her people, in fair times and foul, believe in themselves and their institutions.
Indulge me, John. Cynicism and foul language are the only vices I'm presently capable of. Everything else takes energy or money.
In thy foul throat thou liest.
If they survive, today's children will inherit a world that our fathers and grandfathers have ravaged, where the seas are acidic cesspools that the whales have fled, where rain forests are Indian memories never to return, and where human greed has plundered Mother Earth's innards and turned human genes into factories for profit. They will inherit a diminished planet where fresh water is increasingly rare, and where fresh air is a commodity. . . We live in a world that fears and hates its young. How else can one explain the bequest of such a foul, polluted, and hollow inheritance?
If you foul up, tell the President and correct it fast. Delay only compounds mistakes.
When you're a father you censor yourself. You get just as angry with a child but you don't want to say, "What the filth and foul and I'll filth and foul, filth and foul and, yeah, ya filth and foul face, and I'll filth and foul, foul, filth!" You don't want to say that to a child so you censor yourself and you sound like an idiot: "What the. . . Get your. . . I'll put a. . . Get out of my face!"
O heresy in fair, fit for these days, A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.