A Quote by Alexander Pope

To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise! — © Alexander Pope
To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
The mind that is much elevated and insolent with prosperity, and cast down with adversity, is generally abject and base.
He who knows himself well is mean and abject in his own sight, and takes no delight in the vain praise of men.
Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers. Christian Bovee A little praise Goes a great ways.
Your work is a very sacred matter. God delights in it, and through it, He wants to best His blessings on you. This praise of work should be inscribed on all tools, on the forehead and the faces that sweat from toiling.
Revenge, we find, the abject pleasure of an abject mind.
Kinzie smiled smugly. “You admire our base of operations? Yes, our distribution system is worldwide. It took many years and most of our fortune to build. Now, finally, we’re turning a profit. The mortals don’t realize they are funding the Amazon kingdom. Soon, we’ll be richer than any mortal nation. Then—when the weak mortals depend on us for everything—the revolution will begin!” “What are you going to do?” Frank grumbled. “Cancel free shipping?
Tenderness and lust are just immature little brothers of love. Yes of course it was lust... but I'm not sure how evolved or resolved that lust was.
Perhaps as good a classification as any of the main types is that of the three lusts distinguished by traditional Christianity - the lust of knowledge, the lust of sensation, and the lust of power.
From the animist point of view, humans belong in a sacred place because they themselves are sacred. Not sacred in a special way, not more sacred than anything else, but merely as sacred as anything else -- as sacred as bison or salmon or crows or crickets or bears or sunflowers.
Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a god. You mortals don't know how lucky you are
The abject pleasure of an abject mind And hence so dear to poor weak woman kind. [Lat., Vindicta Nemo magis gaudet, quam femina.]
We are poor, feeble, and blind mortals when the eye of the Almighty looks through all worlds and by his power executes all things aright, and by his grace, he makes us all rich in Heavenly Gifts. In distress and in bereavements, we can look only to him. From mortals like ourselves we can derive no help.
I want to praise activists through the years. I praise those of the past as well, to have them honored.
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
Aging only happens to people who lose their lust for getting better and disconnect from their natural base of curiosity.
A teleology directed to material ends has been substituted for the lust for adventure, variety, and play.
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