Wirt Quotes

Give me liberty or give me death." [From a speech given at Saint John's Church in Richmond, Virginia on March 23, 1775 to the Virginia House of Burgesses; as first published in print in 1817 in William Wirt's Life and Character of Patrick Henry.]

The others laughed and Burt said, "All you need are girls who paddle like boys, and you're set!

Now, go, wirte it before them in a table and note it in a book, that it may be fore the time to come for ever and ever. Isiah 30:8

Die Krebszellen waren Menschen in Kleinausgabe. Alles fressen, was ihnen in den Weg kommt, ohne Rücksicht auf Verluste, auch in Kauf nehmend, vor lauter Gier, dass irgendwann der Wirt nicht mehr ist.

I had to start watching [The Real Housewives of New Jersey] every week because, well, my IQ was just too high. I mean seriously up there. What can I tell you? After watching every episode, I am now officially as dumb as that brown, particle-like stuff you find outside and don't want to track inside the house. Rhymes with "wirt", I think.

Fantasielose Enge, Intoleranz. Dogmatische Thesen, hohle Begriffe, eigenmächtige Ideale, rigide Systeme. Für mich sind das sehr beängstigende Dinge, die ich von ganzem Herzen verabscheue. Natürlich ist die Frage, was richtig oder falsch ist, von großer Bedeutung. Aber schon ein einziges Fehlurteil kann oft nie wieder rückgängig gemacht werden. Selbst wenn man den Mut hat, den Fehler einzugestehen, ist es hinterher meist zu spät. Engstirnigkeit und Intoleranz sind wie Parasiten. Sie wechseln immer wieder ihren Wirt und ändern ihre Form. Es gibt keine Rettung vor ihnen.

I won’t mind growing up if only I’m able to develop plenty of glamour,

Seize the moment of excited curiosity on any subject to solve your doubts for if you let it pass, the desire may never return, and you may remain in ignorance.

Hold it, young lady, hold it. You seem to be a living question mark.

How different this world to the one about which I used to read, and in which I used to live! This is one peopled by demons, phantoms, vampires, ghouls, boggarts, and nixies. Names of things of which I knew nothing are now so familiar that the creatures themselves appear to have real existence. The Arabian Nights are not more fantastic than our gospels; and Lempriere would have found ours a more marvelous world to catalog than the classical mythical to which he devoted his learning. Ours is a world of luprachaun and clurichaune, deev and cloolie, and through the maze of mystery I have to thread my painful way, now learning how to distinguish oufe from pooka, and nis from pixy; study long screeds upon the doings of effreets and dwergers, or decipher the dwaul of delirious monks who have made homunculi from refuse. Waking or sleeping, the image of some uncouth form is always present to me. What would I not give for a volume by the once despised 'A. L. O. E' or prosy Emma Worboise? Talk of the troubles of Winifred Bertram or Jane Eyre, what are they to mine? Talented authoresses do not seem to know that however terrible it may be to have as a neighbour a mad woman in a tower, it is much worse to have to live in a kitchen with a crocodile. This elementary fact has escaped the notice of writers of fiction; the re-statement of it has induced me to reconsider my decision as to the most longed-for book; my choice now is the Swiss Family Robinson. In it I have no doubt I should find how to make even the crocodile useful, or how to kill it, which would be still better. ("Mysterious Maisie")

I’ll treat you to one of the biggest hamburger sandwiches you ever wrapped your teeth around! How’s that?

Leaping Lena,” as Penny called her car, had an annoying habit of running up repair bills, and then repaying its long suffering owner by refusing to start on cold winter days.

. “Thirty miles still to go,” Jerry sighed. “I’m getting hungry.” “Two souls with but a single thought,” remarked Penny.

Good morning, Daddykins,” she greeted him

Imagine having three cars in one family—

You drive like Demon Dan!

Why do you suppose the path is blocked off?”Penny speculated. “Let’s find out,” Salt suggested with a sudden flare of interest. “Maybe we’ll run into something worth a picture.” Penny hesitated, not wishing to disregard the sign, yet eager to learn what lay beyond the barrier. “Listen,” said Salt, “just put your little conscience on ice. We’re here to get the ‘who, when, why and where.’ You’ll never be a first class newspaper reporter if you stifle your curiosity.

Just as clear as mud,” sighed Louise who disliked all mechanical things.

The extent to which cheese figures in Cambrian folklore is surprising.

The radio ten minutes ago reported that Oelwein, on the coast, has been completely destroyed!

Oh, by the way, Penny," said Mrs. Weems, "while you were gone Albert Layman telephoned. He said he would like to have you play tennis with him this afternoon." "He'll have to find some other girl," Penny decided instantly. "I'm staying close at home today. Anyway, Al has pimples." "Can he help that?" Mrs. Weems inquired mildly. "Yes, he could wash his neck now and then. Al is a very light-headed youth too," Penny added airily. "I like young men with a purpose." "Such as that reporter, Jerry Livingston, I suppose," Mrs. Weems observed with shrewd insight. Penny laughed, and depositing her empty berry dish in the sink, disappeared from the kitchen. Later in the morning when Albert Layman telephoned again, she firmly declined the invitation to play tennis.

Again?" asked the housekeeper. "You'll wear out the tires of your car, Penny. I declare, it seems as if you're always going or coming.

In Wales it is thought that horses have peculiarly this ‘gift’ of seeing spectres.

Ruth Bracket’s arms moved backward and forward in rhythmic motion. She was rowing, yet no sound came from her oarlocks. Oars and oarlocks were padded. She liked it best that way. Why? Mystery—that magic word “mystery.” How she loved it!

William Wirt, first presidential candidate of the Anti-Masonic party was, in fact, a Freemason.  He even defended the order in his acceptance speech at the convention.

You know, big stories and smash pictures always have a way of breaking around him. He’s better than a rabbit’s foot any day!” “We were lucky yesterday,” Flash admitted with a grin. “Those auto crashes seemed to have been staged for our special benefit.

Uncle Wirt thanked God

লেখালেখি অনেক টা ফার্নিচার তৈরির মতো, একটা আসাব তৈরির জন্য অনেক নিয়ম আছে, অনেক কিছু জানার আছেম যেটা সবাই জানেনা বা পারে না। যেমন আমি অনেক চেয়ারে বসেছি বলেই আমি একটা চেয়ার বানাতে পাড়ব না, ঠিক তেমনই অনেক বই পড়েছি বলেই আমি তেমন একটা বই লিখে ফেলতে পাড়ব না

Why were you really discharged, Ben?” Penny asked. “What did you learn about Mr. Cordell?” “That he had pulled off no end of crooked deals and that he was mixed up with this outlaw labor group. Over a period of three or four years, Cordell has made a mint of money, and not from his paper either!

The house stands on stilts over the water, and is a meeting place for the scum of the city!” “Sally!” her father reproved. “Well, it’s the truth! Ma Harper and her no-account husband, Claude, run an outdoor dance pavilion, but their income is derived from other sources too. Black market sales, for instance.” “Sally, your tongue is rattling like a chain!” “Pop, you know very well the Harpers are trash.” “Nevertheless, don’t make statements you can’t prove.

I’m as cool as a piece of artificial ice!” Penny retorted.

Attention Comrades!” Penny turned quickly to glance at the dial, for she realized that she did not have the local station WZAM. “Attention Comrades!” the announcer commanded again. “This is the Voice from the Cave.

The open skylight—the building adjoining the Star—Webb Nelson’s call upon the editor of the Mirror. “Ben, you don’t need to accuse anyone!” she cried. “I’ll do it myself. The man is Jason Cordell, and I think we can prove it too!

The cover charge is two dollars, and you can’t touch a dinner for less than another four! How can Potts afford to pay such prices?

Today is Thursday.” The editor took a sealed envelope from the desk drawer. “This is the first time you have failed to collect your allowance in over a year.” “I must be slipping.” Penny grinned as she pocketed the envelope. “Why don’t you open it?” “What’s the use?” Penny asked gloomily. “It’s always the same. Anyway, I borrowed two dollars last week so this doesn’t really belong to me.” “You might be pleasantly surprised.” Penny stared at her father with disbelief. “Dad! You don’t mean you’ve given me a raise!” Eagerly, she ripped open the envelope. Three crisp dollar bills fluttered into her hand. With a shriek of delight, Penny flung her arms about her father’s neck.

However, once in the taxi, speeding toward the railroad station, the reporter scarcely spoke. He reached out and captured her hand. “I’m going to miss you, little twirp,” he sighed.

JAUNTILY, PENNY PARKER WALKED THROUGH the dimly lighted newsroom of the Riverview Star, her rubber heels making no sound on the bare, freshly scrubbed floor. Desks were deserted, for the final night edition of the paper had gone to press half an hour earlier, and only the cleaning women were at work. One of the women arrested a long sweep of her mop just in time to avoid splashing the girl with water.

We’re about to send a picture out over the network.” “But how?” “Watch and see,” Penny advised. In the center of the room stood two machines with cylinders, one for transmitting pictures to distant stations, the other for receiving them. On the sending cylinder was wrapped a glossy 8 by 10 photograph of a fire. As Penny spoke, an attendant pressed a starter switch on the sending machine. There was a high pitched rasp as the clutch threw in, and the cylinder bearing the picture began to turn at a steady measured pace. “It’s a complicated process,” Penny said glibly. “A photo electric cell scans the picture and transmits it to all the points on the network. Salt here could tell you more about it.

Es war ein fairer Kampf", erläuterte Will. "Bedauerlicherweise war der Wirt der Schenke anderer Meinung. Hat mich einfach rausgeworfen. Jetzt kann ich mich die nächsten vierzehn Tage dort nicht mehr sehen lassen." "Was das Beste ist, was dir passieren konnte", kommentierte Jem ohne jedes Mitgefühl.

They’ll shoot it over with a Lyle gun—we hope.

I know not what course others may take,” Louise quoted grandly.

Als ich eines Tages auf einer Restaurantterrasse Hummer ass und ein Bettler mich belästigte, rief ich den Wirt, um ihn fortjagen zu lassen, und zollte der Rede dieses Rechtsvollstreckers laut Beifall, als er sagte: "Sie stören. Versetzen Sie sich doch gefälligst ein bisschen in die Lage dieser Herrschaften!

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Penny and Louise wandered about the grounds, then returned to find Anchor Joe giving the motor boat, which was upturned on the grass, a coat of varnish.

What’s to be gained by it?” asked Louise as she slugged a story and speared it on a hook. “What will be proven?

SABOTEURS ON THE RIVER

The story is yours, Penny,” he said. “That is, if you can crack it out fast enough to make the extra.” “I’ll do it or die in the attempt.” “Keep to the facts and write terse, simple English—”Mr. Parker began, but Penny did not wait to hear his instructions.

Penny moved closer to her father. She grasped the lapels of his coat in her slender fingers and tipped her weary but still lovely face toward him. “Dad, will you promise me one thing?

Penny found herself in an elegantly furnished salon, its chairs, davenports, carpet and draperies decorated in soft shades of green and ivory. A little dark-haired man she had never seen before, who spoke with an artificial French accent, stood talking with three women who were trying on fur coats. A fourth woman, Maxine Miller, sat in a chair, her back turned to Penny.

You know, for a minute I thought that old duffer was hinting at something,” the reporter remarked. “He acted as if it would give him real pleasure to see something happen to Mrs. Davis’ melons.

The girls were passing a drugstore. In the window appeared a colored advertisement, a picture of a giant chocolate soda, topped with frothy whipped cream. Penny paused to gaze longingly at it. “That’s a personal invitation addressed to me,” she remarked. “How about it, Lou?” “Oh, that same picture has been in the window for months,” her chum said discouragingly. “You can’t get whipped cream unless you steal it from a cow.” “Well, how about a dish of ice cream then? I’m horribly hungry.” “That’s your natural state,” teased Louise, pulling her on. “If we stop now, we’ll be caught in the test blackout.” “Is there one tonight?” “Don’t you read the papers? It’s to be held between nine and ten o’clock. And it’s ten after nine now.” “I think it might be fun to be caught out in one—just so long as it’s not the real thing.” “I want to get home before the street lights are turned out,” Louise insisted. “In fact, I promised Mother I’d come straight home when the library closed.” “Oh, all right,” Penny gave in reluctantly. The girls began to walk faster for they were many blocks from their own street. Now and then they met an air raid warden and so knew that the time for the test blackout was close at hand.

As Penny spoke, a siren began to sound. A car which was cruising past, pulled up at the curb and its headlights went off. All along the street, lights blinked out one by one. “The blackout!” Louise, gasped. “I was afraid we’d be caught in it. Now we’ll lose that man, and what’s worse, I’ll be late in getting home!

Ich bins genant ein ackerman, von vogelwat ist mein pflug, und wone in Behemer lande. Erhessig, widerwertig und widerstrebend sol ich euch immer wesen, wan ir habt mir den zwelften buchstaben, meiner freuden hort, aus dem alphabet gar freissamlichen enzücket. Ir habt meiner wünnen lichte sumerblumen mir aus meines herzen anger jemerlichen ausgereutet; ir habt mir meiner selden haft, mein auserwelte turkeltauben arglistiglichen entfremdet; ir habt unwiderbringlichen raub an mir getan! Weget es selber, ob ich icht billich zürne, wüte und klage: von euch bin ich freudenreiches wesens beraubet, tegelicher guter lebetage enterbet und aller wünnebringender rente geeußert. Frut und fro was ich vormals zu aller stund; kurz und lustsam was mir alle weile tag und nacht, in gleicher maße freudenreich, geudenreich sie beide; ein jegliches jar was mir ein gnadenreiches jar. Nu wirt zu mir gesprochen: schab ab! Bei trübem getranke, auf dürrem aste, betrübet, sware und zeherend beleibe ich und heule one underlaß! Also treibet mich der wind, ich swimme dahin durch des wilden meres flut, die tunnen haben überhand genomen, mein anker haftet ninder. Hierumb ich one ende schreien wil: Ir Tod, euch sei verfluchet!

Building up premature hopes did nothing but give you a higher ledge for people to witness your fall if things don’t work out.

Sometimes all kids needed was someone to spend a little time with them, especially when nobody else in their lives would.

Penny backed a step away from the pool. From among the lily pads an ugly head emerged and a broad snout was raised above the surface for an instant. Powerful jaws opened and closed, revealing jagged teeth set in deep pits.

Rlaely it deson’t mttaer waht I wirte you’ll sitll uanrtednsnd it.” -- Unknown

Our system is rotting from the inside because the guys in it are rotten on the inside.

coming days. I want every woman out there to know I stand with you. Every gay person who just wants to keep the same rights as your straight brothers and sisters, I stand with you. Every trans person who just wants to FUCKING EXIST . . . I see you, and I stand with you.

Greetings from Cedar Lake!