#grant

We are a nation of immigrants. We are the children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren of the ones who wanted a better life, the driven ones, the ones who woke up at night hearing that voice telling them that life in that place called America could be better. ↗

— Mitt Romney

#better #better life #called #children #could

I will accept no commission that would tend to create a rivalry with Grant. I want him to hold what he has earned and got. I have all the rank I want. ↗

— William Tecumseh Sherman

#commission #create #earned #got #grant

My father was an immigrant who literally walked across Europe to get out of Russia. He fought in World War I. He was wounded in action. My father was a great success even though he never had money. He was a very determined man, a great role model. ↗

— Arlen Specter

#action #determined #europe #even #father

Immigrants do more than help us win our wars, or set up cleaning shops or ethnic restaurants. ↗

— Stephen Ambrose

#ethnic #help #immigrants #more #our

Great God of the Ants, thou hast granted victory to thy servants. I appoint thee honorary Colonel. ↗

— Karel Capek

#appoint #colonel #god #granted #great

Whether the prayer of Seneca was granted we do not know; but, as we do not again hear of Marcus, it is probable that he died before his father, and that the line of Seneca, like that of so many great men, became extinct in the second generation. ↗

— Frederic William Farrar

#became #before #died #extinct #father

We fully believed, so soon as we saw that woman's suffrage was right, every one would soon see the same thing, and that in a year or two, at farthest, it would be granted. ↗

— Antoinette Brown Blackwell

#every #farthest #fully #granted #right

Granted there are only seven stories in the universe. And I agree with that. But give me a great variation of those stories. And literate. ↗

— Debra Winger

#give #give me #granted #great #i

I have seen them stagger out of their movie palaces and blink their empty eyes in the face of reality once more, and stagger home, to read the Times, to find out what's going on in the world. I have vomited at their newspapers, read their literature, observed their customs, eaten their food, desired their women, gaped at their art. But I am poor, and my name ends with a soft vowel, and they hate me and my father, and my father's father, and they would have my blood and put me down, but they are old now, dying in the sun and in the hot dust of the road, and I am young and full of hope and love for my country and my times, and when I say Greaser to you it is not my heart that speaks, but the quivering of an old wound, and I am ashamed of the terrible thing I have done. ↗

— John Fante

#american-literature #immigrant-experience #immigrants #art

Caine tried to roll to his feet, but something was jabbing him in the crouch. He shook off the stars and saw Edilio standing over him. Edilio had the business end of his automatic rifle in a very sensitive place. "If you move, Caine, I will shoot your balls off," Edilio said. "Toto?" "He will," Toto said, "Although he's not sure it will be just your balls. ↗

— Michael Grant

#caine #edilio #funny #gone #gone-series