Ben Johnson Quotes

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

Language reveals the man. Speak that I may see thee.

He who partakes the honor, should participate in the labor.

Things wrote with labor deserve to be so read and will last their age.

You might notice I refer to my son Ben as Ben Young all the time. Larry (Johnson) always called his son Ben Johnson. I liked the pride with which he would say "Ben Johnson." It is a lingering memory of his great spirit.

Clarence “Kelly” Johnson was an authentic American genius. He was the kind of enthusiastic visionary that bulled his way past vast odds to achieve great successes, in much the same way as Edison, Ford, and other immortal tinkerers of the past. When Kelly rolled up his sleeves, he became unstoppable, and the nay-sayers and doubters were simply ignored or bowled over. He declared his intention, then pushed through while his subordinates followed in his wake. He was so powerful that simply by going along on his plans and schemes, the rest of us helped to produce miracles too. Honest to God, there will never be another like him.

Julius Caesar is an ambivalent study of civil conflict. As in Richard II, the play is structured around two protagonists rather than one. Cesar and Brutus are more alike one another than either would care to admit. This antithetical balance reflects a dual tradition: the medieval view of Dante and Chaucer condemning Brutus and Cassius as conspirators, and the Renaissance view of Sir Philip Sidney and Ben Johnson condemning Caesar as tyrant. Those opposing views still live on in various 20th-century productions which seek to enlist them play on the side of conservatism or liberalism.

A poet in his senses knocks vainly at the gates of poetry.

The mind may never achieve or express anything great unless emotion plays a part.

I know no such disease of the soul, but ignorance.

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Matthew Clairmont was more than fifteen hundred years old. "I shouldn't pry," I said by way of apology, unsure of where to look and mystified as to what had led me to think that knowing the historical events this vampire had lived through would help me know him better. A line from Ben Johnson floated into my mind. It seemed to explain Matthew in a way that the coronation of Charlemagne could not. "'He was not of an age, but for all time,'" I murmured. "With thee conversing I forget all time,'" he responded, traveling further into seventeenth-century literature and offering up a line from Milton. We looked at each other for as long as we could stand it, working another fragile spell between us. I broke it.

This book is fiction and all the characters are my own, but it was inspired by the story of the Dozier School for Boys in Marianna, Florida. I first heard of the place in the summer of 2014 and discovered Ben Montgomery’s exhaustive reporting in the Tampa Bay Times. Check out the newspaper’s archive for a firsthand look. Mr. Montgomery’s articles led me to Dr. Erin Kimmerle and her archaeology students at the University of South Florida. Their forensic studies of the grave sites were invaluable and are collected in their Report on the Investigation into the Deaths and Burials at the Former Arthur G. Dozier School for Boys in Marianna, Florida. It is available at the university’s website. When Elwood reads the school pamphlet in the infirmary, I quote from their report on the school’s day-to-day functions. Officialwhitehouseboys.org is the website of Dozier survivors, and you can go there for the stories of former students in their own words. I quote White House Boy Jack Townsley in chapter four, when Spencer is describing his attitude toward discipline. Roger Dean Kiser’s memoir, The White House Boys: An American Tragedy, and Robin Gaby Fisher’s The Boys of the Dark: A Story of Betrayal and Redemption in the Deep South (written with Michael O’McCarthy and Robert W. Straley) are excellent accounts. Nathaniel Penn’s GQ article “Buried Alive: Stories From Inside Solitary Confinement” contains an interview with an inmate named Danny Johnson in which he says, “The worst thing that’s ever happened to me in solitary confinement happens to me every day. It’s when I wake up.” Mr. Johnson spent twenty-seven years in solitary confinement; I have recast that quote in chapter sixteen. Former prison warden Tom Murton wrote about the Arkansas prison system in his book with Joe Hyams called Accomplices to the Crime: The Arkansas Prison Scandal. It provides a ground’s-eye view of prison corruption and was the basis of the movie Brubaker, which you should see if you haven’t. Julianne Hare’s Historic Frenchtown: Heart and Heritage in Tallahassee is a wonderful history of that African-American community over the years. I quote the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. a bunch; it was energizing to hear his voice in my head. Elwood cites his “Speech Before the Youth March for Integrated Schools” (1959); the 1962 LP Martin Luther King at Zion Hill, specifically the “Fun Town” section; his “Letter from Birmingham Jail”; and his 1962 speech at Cornell College. The “Negroes are Americans” James Baldwin quote is from “Many Thousands Gone” in Notes of a Native Son. I was trying to see what was on TV on July 3, 1975. The New York Times archive has the TV listings for that night, and I found a good nugget.

Everything about this project was dark alley, cloak and dagger. Even the way they financed the operation was highly unconventional: using secret contingency funds, they back-doored payment to Lockheed by writing personal checks to Kelly for more than a million bucks as start-up costs. The checks arrived by regular mail at his Encino home, which had to be the wildest government payout in history. Johnson could have absconded with the dough and taken off on a one-way ticket to Tahiti. He banked the funds through a phony company called “C & J Engineering,” the “C & J” standing for Clarence Johnson. Even our drawings bore the logo “C & J”—the word “Lockheed” never appeared. We used a mail drop out at Sunland, a remote locale in the San Fernando Valley, for suppliers to send us parts. The local postmaster got curious about all the crates and boxes piling up in his bins and looked up “C & J” in the phone book and, of course, found nothing. So he decided to have one of his inspectors follow our unmarked van as it traveled back to Burbank. Our security people nabbed him just outside the plant and had him signing national security secrecy forms until he pleaded writer’s cramp.

It was also absolutely clear that complicit in all this were the IAAF and the IOC, to the extent that they were aware of the problem and they did nothing about it. If they had wanted to do something about it, they would have done out-of-competition testing. Their in-competition testing was a complete waste of time.’ Few would disagree. But it raises an obvious question: why was the biggest fish of them all caught in Seoul?

Endocrine profiling was not an authorized IOC anti-doping tool at the time. What's more, endocrine profiling had never before been used to confirm a positive doping result. Johnson was singled out as the lone athlete out of more than eight thousand in Seoul to be subjected to the test. As Charlie Francis would later muse, if Donike's test was so reliable, why wasn't it used on every Olympic athlete? And if it was not reliable, why use it only on Johnson?

Dr. Dre, the famous rapper and producer. While digging through the LA County court archives, I learned that in the 1980s he assaulted the mother of three of his children, Lisa Johnson, numerous times, including while she was pregnant.

not of an age, but for all time

Red and Billy Don stopped first at their favorite hub of social activity in Johnson City—the feed store. “Don’t steal anything,” Red said as he opened the glass door. “Why do you always say that?” Billy Don asked. “Because it’s what my daddy used to say to me, wherever we went. It’s funny.” Red’s father had been a rodeo clown, and his sense of humor had been every bit as subtle as a big red nose.

All journalists stand on the shoulders of giants, whether they admit it or not. In many cases, my book was vastly enhanced by the superlative work of other journalists, writers, and financial historians, who have themselves explored some of the subjects and themes I have tried to knit together in one sweeping narrative. Peter Bernstein is a huge inspiration, and his books were of tremendous help for some of the earlier chapters, as was Colin Read’s The Efficient Market Hypothesists. Lewis Braham’s biography of Jack Bogle is essential reading for anyone interested in the tumultuous life of Vanguard’s founder. Ralph Lehman’s The Elusive Trade was exhaustively detailed on the genesis of ETFs, and Anthony Bianco’s The Big Lie vividly tells the story of WFIA/BGI in the Pattie Dunn era. I have also learned an enormous amount from working with or admiring from afar financial journalists like John Authers, Gillian Tett, James Mackintosh, Philip Coggan, and Jason Zweig, as well as industry experts such as Deborah Fuhr, Ben Johnson, Eric Balchunas, and David Nadig. They are all titans upon whose shoulders I nervously perch.

Just Say Yes” by Snow Patrol “Don’t Deserve You” by Plumb “Gasoline” by Halsey “Jesus Christ” by Brand New “The Resolution” by Jack’s Mannequin “Brick” by Ben Folds Five “True Colors” by Ane Brun “Windows” by AWOLNATION “Love Story” by Yelawolf “I See Fire” by Jasmine Thompson

You haven't learned anything until you learn to learn everything.

Some Washington observers floated scenarios of a constitutional showdown in which Johnson would deploy Grant and the military to silence Congress. Suddenly Grant’s political tendencies became of more than theoretical interest. Ben Butler, now a Radical Republican, wondered privately whether “Grant can be trusted to disobey positive orders of his chief? When the hour of peril comes, shall we not be

the frustration was knowing that the FBI’s silence had helped Putin succeed and that more exposure could have given the American people the information they needed. While Brennan and Reid had their hair on fire and Comey was dragging his feet, Republican Senate leader Mitch McConnell was actively playing defense for Trump and the Russians. We know now that even after he was fully briefed by the CIA, McConnell rejected the intelligence and warned the Obama administration that if it made any attempt to inform the public, he would attack it for playing politics. I can’t think of a more shameful example of a national leader so blatantly putting partisanship over national security. McConnell knew better, but he did it anyway. I know some former Obama administration officials have regrets about how this all unfolded. Former Homeland Security Secretary Jeh Johnson told the House Intelligence Committee in June 2017 that the administration didn’t take a more aggressive public stance because it was concerned about reinforcing Trump’s complaints that the election was “rigged” and being “perceived as taking sides in the election.” Former Deputy National Security Advisor Ben Rhodes, whom I’d come to trust and value when we worked together in President Obama’s first term, told the Washington Post that the Obama administration was focused on a traditional cyber threat, while “the Russians were playing this much bigger game” of multifaceted information warfare

Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.

The mind may never achieve or express anything great unless emotion plays a part. –Ben Johnson

En 1988 dio positivo por testosterona, lo que atribuyó a «cinco botellas de cerveza y las veces que mantuve relaciones con mi mujer, que por lo menos fueron cuatro veces», explicando que «era su cumpleaños, y la señorita deseaba un regalo».

Notably, Johnson thereby had backed Ben Gitlow’s testimony regarding where and when this new tactical line had started: in Moscow in 1935. And the ultimate goal was not Christian salvation, of course, but the “final salvation” of a socialist revolution

Droids. Can't hardly blame them. After all, they're just beholden to their programming… …same as everybody else. Everybody but me, it turns out. I'm a codebreaker. I don't follow programs, I mess with 'em.

TRAIL DESCRIPTION NOTE: This description begins at the trailhead parking area and sign just off Lost Park Road. A side trail, marked as the Long Gulch Trail, goes 0.2 mile up the hillside to intersect The Colorado Trail. Thru-hikers will not encounter this trailhead unless they make a specific detour to it. From the trailhead, cross the creek on a small bridge and go uphill for 0.2 mile to the CT, mile 0.0 (10,176 feet). Westbound hikers will turn left at this well-marked intersection. There is a good campsite near here, with water available from the fast-moving creek. Cross the creek about 300 feet past the intersection. The trail enters the Lost Creek Wilderness Area at mile 0.3 (10,263). Then at mile 1.6 (10,380) it heads through a mixed aspen-fir forest with some bristlecone pines. Cross a seasonal stream at mile 2.9 (10,366). There is a good campsite nearby. Cross a marshy area at mile 3.1 (10,387) and streams at mile 3.9 (10,347) and mile 4.5 (10,258). There is another creek at mile 5.3 (10,174) with several good campsites. The CT leaves the Lost Creek Wilderness Area at mile 6.6 (9,816) and crosses Rock Creek at mile 7.3 (9,534) where users should refill their bottles. Turn left when intersecting the Ben Tyler Trail at mile 7.4 (9,519). Ranch buildings are visible ahead. Pass through a Forest Service gate at mile 7.6 (9,555), continue to the Rock Creek Trailhead at mile 8.0 (9,726), and cross the road. Cross Johnson Gulch and a small, seasonal stream at mile 8.4 (9,521). This possible water source is the last until Kenosha Pass and there’s room to camp. Just past the stream, the CT crosses a jeep road and eventually passes through a stand of large aspen trees. At mile 10.6 (9,956) continue straight on the CT at a T road intersection. There are great views of the mountains to the south and west and toward the town of Jefferson. The trail eventually reaches a parking area at mile 14.4 (10,010). It continues to the left, and after crossing US Hwy 285, reaches the end of Segment 5 at mile 14.6 (9,969).

Hay aspectos en los que sigue aferrado a esa vieja rivalidad. ¿Es cierto que odiaba a Lewis? «Bueno, era mi rival, así que no quiero ser amigo de alguien a quien tengo que vencer», explica Johnson. «Fue mi primer y último gran rival. El único».

Pero incluso con eso, NOS ENCANTA». Duchaine era un culturista de Los Ángeles que suministraba Dianabol a su gato para ayudarlo a sobrevivir por los callejones de Venice Beach. Más tarde se convertiría en socio de David Jenkins en su red clientelar de sustancias dopantes, y fue encontrado sin vida en el año 2000 a la edad de cuarenta y siete años.

Johnson asegura que no fue así, aunque también dice que Astaphan «comenzó a darme píldoras de todo tipo, pastillas de todos los colores que yo me tragaba». Tiene pinta de que no eran aspirinas.

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Más de un cuarto de siglo después, en su influyente libro Drugs Games (Los Juegos del Dopaje), Thomas Hunt traduciría en pocas palabras lo que era toda una obviedad: «Uebberroth había llegado a la conclusión de que el seguimiento estricto de las reglas sobre el dopaje constituía una amenaza directa a la integridad económica de los Juegos».

recuento oficial reza que durante los Juegos de Los Ángeles hubo once positivos. De acuerdo con Catlin, el número real era de veinte.

We're going to pull an Isabel Lahiri with a Ben Kenobi, a Mutara Nebula, two Han van Meegerens, a Sue Storm, a White Elephant, a pair of Mr. Magoos, and a Super Bowl Forty-Seven." No one spoke for a few seconds. Finally, Megan and Hash turned to each other. "I have no idea what any of that means," she said. "But at least he used a Star Trek reference.

He was determined to make the paper into what it could be: A great paper. Exciting. You had to read it. It was just, impact. He wanted impact. You ought to have impact, goddamnit. Instead of this namby-pamby stuff. And impact isn't cheap. It ought to have power, authority, and be well written; it ought to say something, and tell you about something you wanted to know; and it ought to be displayed so you don't miss it. That's what it's all about. —Haynes Johnson

Ben’s temptation by the light, like Rey’s temptation by the dark, forms the spine of a moral ambiguity that Johnson built on in VIII and very much carries over to IX, bringing with it a sense that George Lucas’ more clearly defined duality might be a relic of a simpler time. Neither light nor dark, The Rise of Skywalker and its characters exist more within what could be considered the grey side of the Force.

THE FRONT PAGE, lighthearted crime drama, based loosely on the play by Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur. BROADCAST HISTORY: May 6–Sept. 16, 1948, ABC. 30m, Thursdays at 8. CAST: Dick Powell as reporter Hildy Johnson. William Conrad as his nemesis, managing editor Walter Burns. Hollywood radio players in support.

A Montaigu Egyetemet gúnyosan csak „Teológia Anya segglyuká”-nak nevezték a párizsiak. Az egyetem ódon volt, roskatag, nyirkos és koszos; az élelmezés felháborító, a hálótermek húgyszagúak, és mindennapos volt a verekedés. Erazmus már huszonhat esztendős volt, és mélységesen gyűlölte az egészet, akárcsak Rabelais, aki azt kívánta, bárcsak égne porig. Két másik alamnus – Loyolai Ignác és Kálvin János – azonban éppen ellenkezőleg: csodálták az intézmény szigorát és egyszerűségét, és nagyszerűen érezték magukat az egyetemen; íme egy igazi és komoly szakadék a 16. századi humanisták és puritánok között. Az egyetem a vallás mechanikus oldalát hangsúlyozta. A Louvain Egyetemen, ahol Erazmus szintén eltöltött némi időt, 1493-ban még hosszan vitázott arról a tanári kar és a diákság, hogy négy, egymást követő napon elmondott ötperces ima nagyobb eséllyel talál-e meghallgatást, mint egyetlen, húszperces fohász, meg arról, hogy egy tízperces, tíz emberért mondott ima hatékonyabb-e, mint tíz egyperces. A vita nyolc héten át tartott, tehát tovább, mint amennyi idő alatt Kolumbusz Kristóf 1492-ben, vagyis egy évvel korábban Amerikába ért.

What happened to Ken Johnson?” “He was killed in the Blitz,” said Dad. “Like Al Bowlly and Lorna Savage. Ted Heath told me that sometimes they thought Göring had it in for the jazzmen. Said he felt safer during the war doing tours in North Africa than he did playing gigs in London.” I doubted I was searching for the vengeful spirit of Reichsmarschall Hermann Göring, but it wouldn’t hurt to check just in case.

«Llegué con cincuenta años de adelanto», dice Ben Johnson con un tono tan satisfecho como triste. «Yo era capaz de hacer lo mismo que hace hoy en día Usain Bolt. La velocidad a la que él es capaz de correr en estas pistas tan rápidas de hoy en día es la misma a la que podría haber corrido yo». Y lo repite, «Llegué con cincuenta años de adelanto. ¡Cincuenta años!». Lanza una carcajada, la misma que lanzaría ante una broma pesada.