During my 2004 presidential campaign, I was fond of saying that it was high time for the Christian right to meet the right Christians.
People who have what they want are fond of telling people who haven’t what they want that they really don’t want it.
Some animals are cunning and evil-disposed, as the fox; others, as the dog, are fierce, friendly, and fawning. Some are gentle and easily tamed, as the elephant; some are susceptible of shame, and watchful, as the goose. Some are jealous and fond of ornament, as the peacock.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
I have never really been fond of animals. I certainly wasn’t an ‘animal lover’ when I became involved in the movement. I just came to be persuaded that animals should be treated as independent sentient beings, not as means to human ends.
On a very personal level, I have fond memories of spending a lot of time in the Library of Congress working on my collection of poems ‘Native Guard.’ I was there over a summer doing research in the archives and then writing in the reading room at the Jefferson building.
The gods too are fond of a joke.
Philosophers, as things now stand, are all too fond of offering criticism from on high instead of studying and understanding things from within.
There is not a soul who does not have to beg alms of another, either a smile, a handshake, or a fond eye.
No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife.