#emperor

I have seen three emperors in their nakedness, and the sight was not inspiring. ↗

— Otto von Bismarck

#i #inspiring #nakedness #seen #sight

How dangerous emperors are when they go mad. ↗

— Walid Jumblatt

#emperors #go #how #mad

The finest plans have always been spoiled by the littleness of them that should carry them out. Even emperors can't do it all by themselves. ↗

— Bertolt Brecht

#been #carry #emperors #even #finest

I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor. ↗

— Lord Byron

#emperor #i #nod #rather #than

People have become less discriminating listeners, which is tragic, really. There's a lot of emperor's new clothes out there, whether they're female or male solo acts. That bothers me. It's hard to break through, and it's like climbing Mount Everest if you actually do. ↗

— Paula Cole

#actually #become #bothers #break #climbing

It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#been #children #clothes #emperor #half-wits

Better a living beggar than a buried emperor. ↗

— Jean de La Fontaine

#better #buried #emperor #living #than

He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#emperors #himself #purple #quotations #would

As a boy I used to go to the Chamber of Horrors at the annual fair, to look at the wax figures of Emperors and Kings, of heroes and murderers of the day. The dead now had that same unreality, which shocks without arousing pity. ↗

— Ernst Toller

#arousing #boy #chamber #day #dead

For weeks Octavio returned to the shelter of the trees. The woman would appear as the sun reached midday. She would walk to the edge of the trees, find her chair and drag it to the boat pond. Every Sunday the same chair, the same spot. Every Sunday a book. He needed only one word to imagine a hundred stories: she - was a dancer; cooling her feet after a morning of twists and leaps. was the daughter of a sea captain, remembering her childhood as the toy boats crossed the pond. was an empress hiding among her subjects, shielding her face with a scarf made from the silk of ten thousand worms. Five thousand green, five thousand blue. was a teacher, a lover of learning, patient and gentle with her students. She - was a reader. He had a library. ↗

— C.S. Richardson

#imagination