Every time thief steals, he steals from his own peace, from his own honour! No man is as poor as a rich thief!
Man is a thief, an impudent thief! He steals honey from bees, eggs from chickens, milk from cows and life from the God!
When one steals a flying balloon and animates it to fly over Paris, one should, ideally, have some idea how said balloon normally works.
Sometimes the wind along the Pacific shore blows so hard it steals your breath before you can inhale it.
Others, again, give us the mere carcass of another man’s thoughts, but deprived of all their life and spirit, and this is to add murder to robbery. I have somewhere seen it observed, that we should make the same use of a book, as a bee does of a flower; she steals sweets from it, but does not injure it; and those sweets she herself improves and concocts into honey. But most plagiarists, like the drone, have neither taste to select, nor industry to acquire, nor skill to improve, but impudently pilfer the honey ready prepared from the hive.
We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in the darkness.
It is almost always a mistake to mention Abraham Lincoln. He always steals the show.
When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
In the hill country, civilization steals in last, and the people retain much of the crude but vigorous mode of expression of the colonial days and earlier.
By woe the soul to daring action steals; by woe in plaintless patience it excels.
Hunger steals the memory
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.
Each killing steals a bit of humanity until a murderer is nothing more than an animal. A hunger replaces the spirit. A want for what was lost, but as with innocence, the soul can never be replaced. Joy, love, and peace flee such a vessel and in their stead blooms a desire for blood and death.
A thrumming of piano-strings beyond the gardens and through the elms. At length the melody steals into my being. I know not when it began to occupy me. By some fortunate coincidence of thought or circumstance I am attuned to the universe, I am fitted to hear, my being moves in a sphere of melody, my fancy and imagination are excited to an inconceivable degree. This is no longer the dull earth on which I stood.
Time talks behind our back. To our face it's friendly and logical, never hesitating to give more of itself. But when we're not looking, it steals our lives and says bad things about us to the parts of us it's stolen
Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o'er sea or land we roam?
A plagiarist steals from one person. A true artist steals from everybody.
The new iPhone has encryption that protects the contents of the phone. This means if someone steals your phone - if a hacker or something images your phone - they can't read what's on the phone itself, they can't look at your pictures, they can't see the text messages you send, and so forth. But it does not stop law enforcement from tracking your movements via geolocation on the phone if they think you are involved in a kidnapping case, for example.
He that steals the old man's supper does him no wrong.
Give me a man who steals a little and I can make money
