If you want to amend your errors, you must begin by amending your philosophy.
Our founders made it extraordinarily difficult to amend the Constitution.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Those who go on telling you to amend your nature and improve upon yourself are very dangerous people. They are one of the basic causes for your not being enlightened. Nature cannot be amended; it has to be accepted. There is no way to be otherwise. Whosoever you are, whatsoever you are, that's how you are -- that's what you are. It is a great acceptance.
The real fault is to have faults and not amend them.
I would also hope that no one would think about trying to amend the constitution as a political strategy.
The only way out of the current crisis is to amend the Constitution.
The nativism behind the push to repeal or amend the Fourteenth is ugly and obvious.
When it is not necessary to amend the Constitution, it is necessary not to amend the Constitution.
Regret doesn't budge things; it seems crazy that the force of all that human want can't amend a moment, can't even stir a pebble.
I'm not going to change. Why would I change? I don't tweet like Donald Trump. I'm not on Facebook. I should amend that. I don't attack people using tweets, and I don't do the Facebook and I'm not going to - that's not my job.
Continually challenge and be willing to amend your best loved ideas.
Now is the time to be doing, now is the time to be stirring, now is the time to amend myself.
God is no captious sophister, eager to trip us up whenever we say amiss, but a courteous tutor, ready to amend what, in our weakness or our ignorance, we say ill, and to make the most of what we say aright.
If we are going to amend the constitution, shouldn't it be to keep the omos-hay from arrying-may?
Rules and particular inferences alike are justified by being brought into agreement with each other. A rule is amended if it yields an inference we are unwilling to accept; an inference is rejected if it violates a rule we are unwilling to amend.
We praise Him, we bless Him, we adore Him, we glorify Him, and we wonder who is that baritone across the aisle and that pretty woman on our right who smells of apple blossoms. Our bowels stir and our cod itches and we amend our prayers for the spiritual life with the hope that it will not be too spiritual.
There are those among us who have erred, deeply and significantly. Who have wounded the world and broken themselves. The worst of them lose themselves in their errors. The best of them crawl back, one foot at a time, and seek to amend their breaches. That is the way of the brave.
No joy so great but runneth to an end,No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
