The methods and tools of science perennially breach barriers, granting me confidence that our epic march of insight into the operations of nature will continue without end.
When temptations march monotonously in regiments, one waits for to pass.
They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.
The March sunne raises but dissolves not.
So it is fair to ask, why not address the threat of climate change when it is still possible? Asad Rehman, of the international environmental group Friends of the Earth, who was in New York for the climate march, told me, “If we can find the trillions [of dollars] we’re finding for conflict whether there’s been the invasion in Iraq or Afghanistan or now the conflict in Syria, then we can find the kind of money that’s required for the transformation that will deliver clean, renewable energy. ”
'Ides of March' I did for scale - scale as a director, scale as an actor, scale as a writer.
It was a dreamlike time for me from December 1997 to March of '98. Before that, I was basically unknown. Then, bang! The starting gun fired, and everybody just started running. It was learn-on-the-job. And there were more opportunities for work than I had time to do them.
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire.
For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.
I think you should defend to the death their right to march, and then go down and meet them with baseball bats. (On the KKK)
Attention, Texas Brigade! The eyes of General Lee are upon you. Forward, march!
I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)
Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.
Napoleon has humbugged me, by God; he has gained twenty-four hours' march on me.
When I came to write my Thomas Cromwell books, I moved onto the center ground of English history, but I was never there before. I didn't feel it was my history particularly, coming from Northern Britain, being of Irish extraction, being a cradle Catholic. The image of England I grew up with felt somewhere else. There was an official England in postcards, but it wasn't one I had visited. But I decided to march onto the center ground and occupy it whether it was mine or not.
My heart seem[s] colder than March but on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June.
For better or worse, I've always tried to march to my own drum and tell it like it is, while preserving some integrity and style. God, I'm fabulous!
If the church would only be the church- if Christians would only be Christians- nothing could halt our onward march.
Strike up the drum and march courageously.
The whole order of nature evinces a progressive march towards a higher life.