Without tradition, art is a flock of sheep without a shepherd. Without innovation, it is a corpse.
The greatest fear in the world is of the opinions of other, and the moment you are unafraid of the crowd, you are no longer a sheep, you become a lion. A great roar arises in you heart, the roar of freedom.
Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing.
It's better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all your life.
I think I could sing and shear a few sheep at the same time.
A dead cow or sheep lying in a pasture is recognized as carrion.
The same sort of a carcass dressed and hung up in a butcher's stall passes as food.
Nay, number itself in armies importeth not much, where the people is of weak courage; for, as Virgil saith, It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep be.
For if Men are to be precluded from offering their Sentiments on a matter, which may involve the most serious and alarming consequences, that can invite the consideration of Mankind, reason is of no use to us; the freedom of Speech may be taken away, and, dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep, to the Slaughter.
I'm hurt, hurt and humiliated beyond endurance, seeing the wheat ripening, the fountains never ceasing to give water, the sheep bearing hundreds of lambs, the she-dogs, until it seems the whole country rises to show me its tender sleeping young while I feel two hammer-blows here instead of the mouth of my child.
It's better to be a lion for a day, than a sheep all your life.
Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep;
and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown; all's fish that comes to his net; he throws at all, and sweeps stakes; he's no mower that takes a nap at noon-day, but drives on, fair weather or foul, and cuts down the green grass as well as the ripe corn: he's neither squeamish nor queesy-stomach d, for he swallows without chewing, and crams down all things into his ungracious maw; and you can see no belly he has, he has a confounded dropsy, and thirsts after men's lives, which he gurgles down like mother's milk.
Because I have conducted my own operas and love sheep-dogs;
because I generally dress in tweeds, and sometimes, at winter afternoon concerts, have even conducted in them; because I was a militant suffragette and seized a chance of beating time to The March of the Women from the window of my cell in Holloway Prison with a tooth-brush; because I have written books, spoken speeches, broadcast, and don't always make sure that my hat is on straight; for these and other equally pertinent reasons, in a certain sense I am well known.
The brotherhood of men does not imply their equality.
Families have their fools and their men of genius, their black sheep and their saints, their worldly successes and their worldly failures. A man should treat his brothers lovingly and with justice, according to the deserts of each. But the deserts of every brother are not the same.
The race of man, while sheep in credulity, are wolves for conformity.
He who goes to law for a sheep loses his cow.
'Tis a dainty thing to command, though 'twere but a flock of sheep.
Once we roared like lions for liberty;
now we bleat like sheep for security! The solution for America's problem is not in terms of big government, but it is in big men over whom nobody stands in control but God.
Men are like sheep, of which a flock is more easily driven than a single one.