Mud Quotes

I could have ended the war in a month. I could have made North Vietnam look like a mud puddle.

The wretch who lives without freedom feels like dressing in the mud from the streets Those who have you, o Liberty, do not know. you. Those who do not have you should not speak of you, but win you.

In the shallow parts of many Swiss lakes, where there is a depth of no more than from 5 to 15 feet of water, ancient wooden piles are observed at the bottom sometimes worn down to the surface of the mud, sometimes projecting slightly above it.

Before I was humiliated I was like a stone that lies in deep mud, and he who is mighty came and in his compassion raised me up and exalted me very high and placed me on the top of the wall.

Pigs prefer to wallow in clean mud, but if nothing else is available, they will frequently wallow in their own urine, giving rise to the notion that they are dirty animals.

You can't live on amusement. It is the froth on water - an inch deep and then the mud.

You have to lift your head up out of the mud and just do it.

The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud?

Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.

If you see a defense team with dirt and mud on their backs they've had a bad day.

I like my women to be feminine, not sliding into tackles and covered in mud.

Lombardi, a certain magic still lingers in the very name. It speaks of duels in the snow and November mud... He remains for many the heart of pro football, pumping hard right now.

This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.

The Devil is like a strainer that separates the mud from the gold.

Even Woodstock turned out to be a disaster. Everybody was stuck in the mud and people got sick.

I think people expect mud at festivals, I think you'd be asking for your money back if you didn't get it.

An election is a moral horror, as bad as a battle except for the blood; a mud bath for every soul concerned in it.

About fifteen miles above New Orleans the river goes very slowly. It has broadened out there until it is almost a sea and the water is yellow with the mud of half a continent. Where the sun strikes it, it is golden.

War has rules, mud wrestling has rules - politics has no rules.

I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning.