A Quote by James Anthony Froude

Thirst of power and of riches now bear sway,
The passion and infirmity of age. — © James Anthony Froude
Thirst of power and of riches now bear sway, The passion and infirmity of age.
Piety with some people, but especially with women, is either a passion, or an infirmity of age, or a fashion which must be followed.
Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity.
The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.
'Singin' in the Rain' was the one for me. Yeah. I mean, Gene Kelly could just sway and never fall. He'd just sway and sway as he danced.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway about the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.
Passion acts like a magnet that attracts us to its source. We are drawn to people who radiate with passion, who live with passion, who breathe with passion. Your passion is your true power. The more you discover and express your passion for life, the more irresistible you will become to others.
The one thing I am now sure of is that if there is such a thing as destiny, it is a result of our passion, be that for money, power, or love. Passion, for better or worse.
We're living in an unprecedented day (when) evil is no longer evil. We've changed the terminology-- iniquity is now infirmity; wickedness is now weakness; devilry is now deficiency.
Must one rash word, the infirmity of age, throw down the merit of my better years?
Whereas the law is passionless, passion must ever sway the heart of man.
I see a kind of thirst in her expression, the same one I saw when she told me about her brother in the back room of the tattoo parlor. Before the attack simulation I might have called it a thirst for justice, or even revenge, but now I am able to identify it as a thirst for blood. And even as it frightens me, I understand it. Which should probably frighten me even more.
As riches grow, care follows, and a thirst For more and more.
There are two considerations which always imbitter the heart of an avaricious man--the one is a perpetual thirst after more riches, the other the prospect of leaving what he has already acquired.
Gardening is one of the rewards of middle age, when one is ready for an impersonal passion, a passion that demands patience, acute awareness of a world outside oneself, and the power to keep on growing through all the times of drought, through the cold snows, towards those moments of pure joy when all failures are forgotten and the plum tree flowers.
Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honoris a private station.
Riches do not constitute any claim to distinction. It is only the vulgar who admire riches as riches.
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