Wine refreshes the stomach, sharpens the appetite, blunts care and sadness, and conduces to slumber.
It's great to have an enemy. Sharpens your senses.
Adversity is a severe instructor, set over us by one who knows us better than we do ourselves, as he loves us better too. He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper. This conflict with difficulty makes us acquainted with our object, and compels us to consider it in all its relations. It will not suffer us to be superficial.
The breath that sharpens life is life itself.
It's actually good when the performers are nervous, because it kind of sharpens up your brain and a little bit of adrenaline is good. Initially it's really tough.
There is nothing that sharpens a man's senses so acutely as to know that bitter and determined enemies are in pursuit of him night and day.
Grief drives men into habits of serious reflection, sharpens the understanding, and softens the heart
There is too much talk and gossip; pictures are apparently made, like stock-market prices, by competition of people eager for profits. . . All this traffic sharpens our intelligence and falsifies our judgment.
As the class struggle sharpens in the U. S. Marxism will come into its own as a great popular study.
The practice of law sharpens the mind by making it narrow.
As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.
As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another
Denial of one appetite sharpens the others.
That which is painful sharpens one's love.
Self-contempt, however vague, sharpens our eyes for the imperfections of others. We usually strive to reveal in others the blemishes we hide in ourselves.
Human memory awakens and extinguishes at will. It dulls and sharpens actions, enlarges and shrinks those who perform them. It humbles and exalts as it desires. When summoned, it slips away, and when it returns, it will do so at the time and place that suits it. It recognizes no chief, no overseer, no classifier, no ruler. Stories mix and mingle, facts sprout new shoots. The situations and words and scents-oh, the scents!-encrusted there are stored in the most disorganized and wonderful manner, not chronologically, not according to size or importance or even the alphabet.
