They might in the future more than ever before engage in hunting beavers.
Some people follow their dreams, others hunt them down and beat them mercilessly into submission.
Best results are often achieved well before you need a job, by consistently networking so that when you find yourself job-hunting you have a large network to work with.
Words are often seen hunting for an idea, but ideas are never seen hunting for words.
Making fun of born-again Christians is like hunting dairy cows with a high powered rifle and scope.
Mr. Janet Reno? I think Mr. Janet Reno... I think he's one of the best hunting dogs in the world.
If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you.
I ran around with the other youngsters, hunting, fishing and raising tadpoles and all the rest.
Life would be a perpetual flea hunt if a man were obliged to run down all the innuendoes, inveracities, and insinuations and misrepresentations which are uttered against him.
The hunt for young authors who, while maintaining a prestige value (with a r
I believe no satirist could breathe this air.
If another Juvenal or Swift could rise up among us tomorrow, he would be hunted down. If you have any knowledge of our literature, and can give me the name of any man, American born and bred, who has anatomized our follies as a people, and not as this or that party; and who has escaped the foulest and most brutal slander, the most inveterate hatred and intolerant pursuit; it will be a strange name in my ears, believe me.
If you don't get a kick out of the job you're doing you'd better hunt for another one.
'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!
Go fish and hunt far and wide day by day - farther and wider - and rest thee by many brooks and hearth-sides without misgiving. Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth. Rise free from care before the dawn, and seek adventures. Let the noon find thee by other lakes, and the night overtake thee everywhere at home. There are no larger fields than these, no worthier games than may here be played.
Freedom is hunting, feeding, danger; that, that is freedom --that it is which makes the veins to swell, the breast to heave and glowaye, that is freedom, --that is pleasure --life!
What I don't understand about you is this, she said.
You hold to your old belief in goodness with a tenacity that is virtually unshakable. Yet you are so good at being what you are! You hunt your victims like a dark angel. You kill ruthlessly. You feast all the night long on victims when you choose.So? I looked at her coldly. I don't know how to be bad at being bad.She laughed. I was a good marksman when I was a young man, I said, a good actor on the stage. And now I am a good vampire. So much for our understanding of the word 'good.'
If you ever find happiness by hunting for it, you will find it as the old woman did her lost spectacles. Safe on her own nose all the time.
And what have you laymen made of hell? A kind of penal servitude for eternity, on the lines of your convict prisons on earth, to which you condemn in advance all the wretched felons your police have hunted from the beginning -- enemies of society, as you call them. You're kind enough to include the blasphemers and the profane. What proud or reasonable man could stomach such a notion of God's justice? And when you find that notion inconvenient it's easy enough for you to put it on one side. Hell is not to love any more, Madame. Not to love any more!