A Quote by F. F. Bruce

The world has no idea how much it owes to the presence of righteous men in it. — © F. F. Bruce
The world has no idea how much it owes to the presence of righteous men in it.
Poetry which owes no man anything, owes nevertheless one debt - an image of the world in which men can again believe.
For us to feel peace within our hearts while we live here on earth we must be righteous. There is nothing that the world calls fun or pleasurable that can compare to the inner happiness and joy that comes from being righteous, nothing. That may be something you don't think much about, but if you will take time to identify how you feel when you make an unrighteous choice and compare that to how you feel when you make a difficult but righteous choice, you will know what I am talking about.
love as a passion—it is our European specialty—must absolutely be of noble origin; as is well known, its invention is due to the Provencal poet-cavaliers, those brilliant, ingenious men of the "gai saber," to whom Europe owes so much, and almost owes itself.
There is too little idea of personal responsibility; too much of "the world owes me a living," forgetting that if the world does owe you a living, you must be your own collector.
Well how can a holy, just, righteous God allow sin into His presence?
Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
We do not become righteous by doing righteous deed but, having been made righteous, we do righteous deeds.
It is very true that I have said that I considered Napoleon's presence in the field equal to forty thousand men in the balance. This is a very loose way of talking; but the idea is a very different one from that of his presence at a battle being equal to a reinforcement of forty thousand men.
The world does not owe men a living, but business, if it is to fulfill its ideal, owes men an opportunity to earn a living.
The men who start out with the notion that the world owes them a living generally find that the world pays its 'debt' in the penitentiary or the poor house.
The men who start out with the notion that the world owes them a living generally find that the world pays its debt in the penitentiary or the poor house.
London owes everything to its press: it owes as much to its press as it does to its being the seat of government and the law.
The world owes nothing to any man, but every man owes something to the world.
One can see now how the idea of heaven takes hold of men's consciousness, how it gains ground even when all the props have been knocked from under it. There must be another world beside this swamp in which everything is dumped pell-mell. It's hard to imagine what it can be like, this heaven that men dream about.
Everything we think of as great has come to us from neurotics. It is they and they alone who found religions and create great works of art. The world will never realize how much it owes to them and what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it.
Women have very little idea of how much men hate them.
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