It is hard to feel individually responsible with respect to the invisible processes of a huge and distant government.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
Woman suffrage is an unjust, unreasonable, unspiritual abnormality. It is a hard, undigested, tasteless, devitalized proposition. It is a half-fledged, unmusical, Promethean abomination. It is a quack bolus to reduce masculinity even by the obliteration of femininity.
The court is like a palace of marble; it’s composed of people very hard and very polished.
Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb the steep where Fame’s proud temple shines afar?
I work very hard, and I play very hard. I’m grateful for life. And I live it – I believe life loves the liver of it. I live it.
I’m prepared to fight as hard as I can against unions entering the University on behalf of our students.
At a school in Massachusetts where I once worked, we managed early on through consensus. Which sounds wonderful, but it was just a very, very difficult way to sort of manage anything, because convincing everybody to do one particular thing, especially if it was hard, was almost impossible.
I had a very dysfunctional family, and a very hard childhood. So I made a world out of words. And it was my salvation.
No more distressing moment can ever face a British government than that which requires it to come to a hard, fast and specific decision.