Whoe'er has gone thro' London street,
Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat,
And how he keeps
Gloating upon a sheep's
Or bullock's personals, as if his own;
How he admires his halves
And quarters - and his calves,
As if in truth upon his own legs grown. [ Hood ]
Not in the clamor of the crowded street.
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
But in ourselves are triumph and defeat. [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ]
One barking dog sets all the street a-barking. [ Proverb ]
When over the street the morning peal is flung,
From yon tall belfry with the brazen tongue,
Its wide vibrations, wafted by the gale,
To each far listener tell a different tale. [ Holmes ]
The street is full of humiliations to the proud. [ Ralph Waldo Emerson ]
Great things are done when men and mountains meet;
These are not done by jostling in the street. [ Wm. Blake ]
Her hands are on the wheel, but her eyes are in the street. [ Proverb ]
Fools will not part with their bauble for all Lombard street. [ Proverb ]
Who more ready to call her neighbour scold, than the greatest scold in all the street? [ Proverb ]
The bore is the same eating dates under the cedars of Lebanon as over a plate of baked beans in Beacon Street. [ O. W. Holmes ]
Our Grub-street biographers watch for the death of a great man like so many undertakers on purpose to make a penny of him. [ Addison ]
Greatness is like a laced coat from Monmouth Street, which fortune lends us for a day to wear, tomorrow puts it on another's back. [ Fielding ]
The expressive word quiet
defines the dress, manners, bow, and even physiognomy of every true denizen of St. James and Bond street. [ N. P. Willis ]
Demean thyself more warily in thy study than in the street. If thy public actions have a hundred witnesses, thy private have a thousand. [ Quarles ]
Applause waits on success: the fickle multitude, like the light straw that floats along the street, glide with the current still, and follow fortune. [ Franklin ]
Loveliness does more than destroy ugliness; it destroys matter. A mere touch of it in a room, in a street, even on a door-knocker, is a spiritual force. [ Prof. Drummond ]
I love college football. It's the only time of year you can walk down the street with a girl in one arm and a blanket in the other, and nobody thinks twice about it. [ Duffy Daugherty ]
When you hear that your neighbour has picked up a purse of gold in the street, never run out into the same street, looking about you, in order to pick up such another. [ Goldsmith ]
Every street has two sides, the shady side and the sunny. When two men shake hands and part, mark which of the two takes the sunny side; he will be the younger man of the two. [ Edward Bulwer-Lytton ]
I hate anything that occupies more space than it is worth. I hate to see a load of bandboxes go along the street, and I hate to see a parcel of big words without anything in them. [ Hazlitt ]
The proverbial wisdom of the populace in the street, on the roads, and in the markets instructs the ear of him who studies man more fully than a thousand rules ostentatiously displayed. [ Lavater ]
If you would learn to write, it is in the street you must learn it. Both for the vehicle and for the aims of fine arts, you must frequent the public square. The people, and not the college, is the writer's home. A scholar is a candle which the love and desire of all men will light. [ Emerson ]
I was walking in the street, a beggar stopped me, — a frail old man. His inflamed, tearful eyes, blue lips, rough rags, disgusting sores . . . oh, how horribly poverty had disfigured the unhappy creature! He stretched out to me his red, swollen, filthy hand. He groaned and whimpered for alms. I felt in all my pockets. No purse, watch, or handkerchief did I find. I had left them all at home. The beggar waited and his out-stretched hand twitched and trembled slightly. Embarrassed and confused, I seized his dirty hand and pressed it. Don't be vexed with me, brother; I have nothing with me, brother.
The beggar raised his bloodshot eyes to mine; his blue lips smiled, and he returned the pressure of my chilled fingers. Never mind, brother,
stammered he; thank you for this — this, too, was a gift, brother.
I felt that I, too, had received a gift from my brother. [ Ivan Tourgueneff ]