#mos

Baseball just a came as simple as a ball and bat. Yet, as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. A sport, a business and sometimes almost even a religion. ↗

— Ernie Harwell

#american #american spirit #ball #baseball #bat

Well we took it apart scene by scene. We examined every sentence, every full stop, every comma. He has a most wonderful eye for detail, Roman, and you know, he's a very good artist. ↗

— Ronald Harwood

#artist #comma #detail #every #examined

The most basic obligation we have to our veterans is that we keep the promises that were made to them. That is what makes the recent failures of the Veterans Administration so shameful. ↗

— Doc Hastings

#basic #failures #keep #made #makes

Most entrepreneurial ideas will sound crazy, stupid and uneconomic, and then they'll turn out to be right. ↗

— Reed Hastings

#entrepreneurial #ideas #most #out #right

I've heard what people are saying, and it's a very weird thing. They're going into a realm where it's somethign that's almost ugly, rather than something that can be so beautiful. ↗

— James Haven

#beautiful #going #heard #i #into

Giving votes in exchange for ideological support. To wit: identity politics for homosexuals. ↗

— Harry Hay

#giving #homosexuals #identity #ideological #politics

I told them that free people always had to decide where to draw the line between their liberty and their security. I noted that the attacks would almost certainly push us as a nation more toward security. ↗

— Michael Hayden

#always #attacks #between #certainly #decide

Next to fried foods, the South has suffered most from oratory. ↗

— Brooks Hays

#fried #most #next #oratory #south

To know ourselves, is agreed by all to be the most useful Learning; the first Lessons, therefore, given us ought to be on that Subject. ↗

— Eliza Haywood

#first #given #know #learning #lessons

What a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths covered the stars. Through all the rush of the cloud river the moon swam, breasting the waves and disappearing again in the darkness. I walked up and down, drinking in the beauty of the quiet earth and the changing sky. The night was absolutely silent. Nothing seemed to be abroad. There was no scurrying of rabbits, or twitter of the half-asleep birds. And though the clouds went sailing across the sky, the wind that drove them never came low enough to rustle the dead leaves in the woodland paths. Across the meadows I could see the church tower standing out black and grey against the sky. ("Man Size In Marble") ↗

— E. Nesbit

#night #sky #wind #beauty