
"Of Monarchy," p. 120
Against Rousseau (1795)
English Fairy Tales (1890), Preface to English Fairy Tales, Jack and the Beanstalk
"Of Monarchy," p. 120
Against Rousseau (1795)
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.”
Source: Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.”
“It may be called the Master Passion—the hunger for Self-Approval.”
Source: What Is Man? (1906), Ch. 6
“We are bold and vigorous, — and we call no man master.”
As quoted in The Class Book of American Literature (1826) edited by John Frost, Lesson XLIX : Specimen of the Eloquence of James Otis i extracted from "The Rebels."
Context: England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile, with bulrushes, as to fetter the step of freedom, more proud and firm in this youthful land, than where she treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. Arbitrary principles, like those, against which we now contend, have cost one king of England his life, another, his crown — and they may yet cost a third his most flourishing colonies.
We are two millions — one fifth fighting men. We are bold and vigorous, — and we call no man master. To the nation, from whom we are proud to derive our origin, we ever were, and we ever will be, ready to yield unforced assistance; but it must not, and it never can be extorted.
Some have sneeringly asked, "Are the Americans too poor to pay a few pounds on stamped paper? No! America, thanks to God and herself, is rich. But the right to take ten pounds, implies the right to take a thousand; and what must be the wealth, that avarice, aided by power, cannot exhaust? True the spectre is now small; but the shadow he casts before him, is huge enough to darken all this fair land.
“Master, master singer,
Master of words unspoken”
A Man From Lebanon: Nineteen Centuries Afterward
Jesus, The Son of Man (1928)
Context: Master, master singer,
Master of words unspoken,
Seven times was I born, and seven times have I died
Since your last hasty visit and our brief welcome.
And behold I live again,
Remembering a day and a night among the hills,
When your tide lifted us up.
“Foaly: Caballine likes me to be masterful. She calls me her stallion.”
Source: Artemis Fowl: The Lost Colony (2006)