driving

There are only three ages for women in Hollywood-Babe, District Attorney, and Driving Miss Daisy.

The conqueror and king in each of us is the . . . Knower of truth. . . . Let that Knower awaken in us and drive the horses of the mind, emotions, and physical body on the pathway which that king has chosen.

He [Satan] has power over us to that extent [to tempt us] in this fallen condition. At the same time we have the sweet influence of the Spirit of God pleading with us to do that which is right, pleading with every human being that does not drive it from him; for every human being has a portion of the Spirit of God given unto him. We sometimes call it conscience; we call it by one name and we call it by another; but it is the Spirit of God that every man and woman possesses that is born on the earth. God has given unto all his children this Spirit. . . . Everywhere throughout the earth where man dwells this Spirit rests upon him. It comes from God. It pleads with man to do right. It pleads with man to resist the blandishments of Satan.

For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.

Have you ever noticed? Anybody going slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a moron.

Too bad all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxi cabs and cutting hair.

Custom will reconcile people to any atrocity; and fashion will drive them to acquire any custom.

Women upset everything. When you let them into you life, you find that the woman is driving at one thing and you're driving at another.

The Greatest Happiness is to scatter your enemy and drive him before you. To see his cities reduced to ashes. To see those who love him shrouded and in tears. And to gather to your bosom his wives and daughters.

"We have reached 37,000 feet," said our captain. "I have turned off the seat belt sign, but when you are seated, I suggest you leave it fastened." Her voice was calm and reassuring. It had no military sternness, and no paternal overtones. It had no maternal overtones. It was clear and warm, steady and sensitive. She wore her responsibility with ease. She did not say whether she was a mother. She could have been. I was more concerned that she was a good pilot. She proved that she was with her beautiful takeoff and landing. She proved it continually through the San Francisco fog, the midwest thunderstorms, and the night approach to the busy New York airport. I never doubted her abilities, and I don't think she did, either. The new female is competent in all that she chooses. She chooses whatever her heart tells her. She can create a business, lead a country, drive a truck, hammer nails, deliver mail, or raise a family. She is at home in every social and physical environment. She can be a housewife, if she chooses. She can be anything else, too. She is intuitive and heart centered. She is all that a female has been, and more.