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...Penrose, who came from Good Time Buck Devlin's Eighth Ward, was that handsome that doors opened of them selves when he passed a lady's house (Mr. Devlin's own words-from Walter Daven port's Power and Glory). Penrose also had a simple credo: "The people will stand anything from a politician who refrains from annoying them." Boss Penrose, one of whose shoes was laced with a corset-string the day he met Matt Quay, despised personal graft as cheap pocket-picking, lived mostly for the pleasures of the flesh,* and for the perpetuation...
Miss Perkins' rendering of the opening sentence of the Nicene Creed: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem I believe in one God. the Father omnipotentem, factorem caeli et terrae, all mighty, maker of heaven and earth, -visibilium omnium et invisibilium. of visible things all and of invisible...
...architects (who appropriately had the ground floor) merely tiled the walls with framed photographs of colonial, baroque, gothic and romanesque structures-all built in the U. S. since 1900. Upstairs, modernists ran hog-wild. Their slick, streamlined exhibit had models of their buildings and shrewd camera shots, featured a credo that made traditionalists sputter. Sample sputter-causer: "The heritage of our generation is the accumulated rubbish of a century of fake fronts...
...went on to the Naval Academy, where he was a popular mediocrity. He finished at the centre of his class - 60th among 125 cadets. At 21 he wrote, in clumsy, inept calligraphy, a pathetic little self-portrait: "My strongest characteristic: gluttony-I never get enough to eat. My credo: self-respect-I believe in myself. My weak points: none. My favorite book: Momotaro [a heroic fairy tale]. My favorite dish: boiled millet and soup with dry leeks [a poor peasant food...
...next two articles, The War in Finland: A Controversy, and Professor Sorokin's "credo," Conservative Christian Anarchy, less can be said on the score of readability. The article on Finland adds nothing new to an already well-defined clash of opinion, while Mr. Sorokin's confessions will graze only the upper lobes of the undergraduate brain...