A Quote by Joseph Banks

Who knows but that England may revive in New South Wales when it has sunk in Europe. — © Joseph Banks
Who knows but that England may revive in New South Wales when it has sunk in Europe.
Everyone I know is fervently proud to be Welsh but you try not to be preachy about it. It's difficult at times. But when I go home to north Wales, or to somewhere I've never been in south Wales, I still feel at home because I'm in Wales. It's hard to explain.
Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise.
In this eventful period the colony of New South Wales is already far advanced.
Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.
I'm one of five kids and we lived on a massive farm in New South Wales with my mum and dad.
Nothing escapes the vigilance of the New South Wales police; their reputation is known the world over.
In a colony constituted like that of New South Wales, the proportion of crime must of course be great.
I want every person in New South Wales, no matter where they live, to feel that they have the choices and the opportunities to be their best.
Europe, and not England, is the parent country of America. This new world hath been the asylum for the persecuted lovers of civil and religious liberty from every part of Europe.
If you are sitting on the title of any block of land in New South Wales you can bet an Aboriginal person at some stage was dispossessed of it.
The year 1826 was remarkable for the commencement of one of those fearful droughts to which we have reason to believe the climate of New South Wales is periodically subject.
When I moved to Wales more than twenty years ago and began to research 'Here Be Dragons,' I was fascinated from the first by the Welsh medieval laws, by the discovery that women enjoyed a greater status in Wales than elsewhere in Europe.
Part of my childhood was spent in Sydney and part in rural New South Wales, at Armidale.
The staple of our Australian colonies, but more particularly of New South Wales, the climate and the soil of which are peculiarly suited to its production, - is fine wool.
If there be one man, more than another, who deserves to succeed in flying through the air, that man is Mr. Laurence Hargrave, of Sydney, New South Wales.
In this case [the Charlemagne Prize], I don't say (I was) forced, but convinced by the holy and theological headstrongness of Cardinal [Walter] Kasper, because he was chosen, elected by Aachen to convince me. And I said yes, but in the Vatican. And I said I offer it for Europe, as a co-decoration for Europe, a prize so that Europe may do what I desired at Strasburg; that it may no longer be "grandmother Europe" but "mother Europe."
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