Past any doubt, the bull conceives!
Past any doubt, the bull conceives!
America is a nation that conceives many odd inventions for getting somewhere but it can think of nothing to do once it gets there.
Since every man desires happiness, it is evidently no small matter whether he conceives of happiness in terms of work or of enjoyment.
The anthropologist respects history, but he does not accord it a special value. He conceives it as a study complementary to his own one of them unfurls the range of human societies in time, the other in space.
The human head is bigger than the globe. It conceives itself as containing more. It can think and rethink itself and ourselves from any desired point outside the gravitational pull of the earth. It starts by writing one thing and later reads itself as something else. The human head is monstrous.
We should realize that man has not only a mind which conceives thoughts, but also a heart which can put them into practice.
Freedom, morality, and the human dignity of the individual consists precisely in this; that he does good not because he is forced to do so, but because he freely conceives it, wants it, and loves it.
Not a having and a resting, but a growing and becoming, is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.
The University conceives of itself as dedicated to the power of the intellect. Its commitment is to the way of reason.
The mind conceives with pain, but it brings forth with delight.
Marxism conceives of the new system of socialism as the necessary outcome of all previous history made possible and necessary only by that previous history.
The impulse of the journalist is to be novel, yet to relate his curiosities to the urgencies of the moment; the philosopher seeks what he conceives to be true, regardless of the moment.
What good is a cow that neither gives milk nor conceives Similarly, what is the value of the birth of a son if he becomes neither learned nor a pure devotee of the Lord
A very receptive state of mind... not unlike a sheet of film itself - seemingly inert, yet so sensitive that a fraction of a second's exposure conceives a life in it.
Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Unpruned dies; her hedges even-pleach'd,
Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair,
Put forth disorder'd twigs; her fallow leas
The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory,
Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts
That should deracinate such savagery;
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility.
Each looker-on conceives, LOVE needs not greet
Such humble wights, as he would prelates treat.
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