A Quote by Jean-Baptiste de La Salle

Children are guilty of unpardonable rudeness when they spit in the face of a companion; neither are they excusable who spit from windows or on walls or furniture. — © Jean-Baptiste de La Salle
Children are guilty of unpardonable rudeness when they spit in the face of a companion; neither are they excusable who spit from windows or on walls or furniture.
Spit on your own and you can't do anything, but if you all spit together you can drown the bastards
There, close enough to spit on--if I'd been a barbarian and inclined to spit--was the dragon.
If I spit, they will take my spit and frame it as great art.
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
If I'm on fire, don't spit on me. I won't spit on you. That's respect. You go your way, and I'll go mine.
Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal, MC's spit rhymes to uplift their people.
Fans know my hair is my thing - I flip my hair every time I get in the ring - and believe it or not some spit in my hair. They can't touch to you so they spit on you.
I want to spit in the face of these badlands.
The earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me
If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.
I don't understand why they trippin', If you ask me, Flow is just as nice as, I admit the propane, I just spit, probably, Just raise the gas prices, Everybody in the club, Try and get as fresh as me, What you want dog, Trying to stay recession free, And spit, refreshly.
In a rich man's house there is no place to spit but his face.
Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.
Go spit in the face of our inevitable obsolescence and finish your @#$&ng novel.
Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.
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