As to those who hoard gold and silver and spend it not in God's path give them then the tidings of a painful agony: on a day when these things shall be heated in hell-fire and their foreheads and their sides and their backs shall be branded therewith.
God doesn't seek for golden vessels and does not ask for silver ones but He must have clean ones.
I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees - just generally doing gardening putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.
I feel cheesy when I see 'Silver Spoons.' Some of it was funny but some of it was just cheese! My kids love it but I look at it and cringe.
Every cloud has its silver lining but it is sometimes a little difficult to get it to the mint.
You don't need a silver fork to eat good food.
For me triathlons were something that was down to me and my fitness. Now I really enjoy the pain in the triathlon of chasing someone down. It's a bit like chasing down Nico Rosberg in the last few laps at Silverstone - it makes you feel alive.
It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver.
Gold and silver like other commodities have an intrinsic value which is not arbitrary but is dependent on their scarcity the quantity of labour bestowed in procuring them and the value of the capital employed in the mines which produce them.
Education is the silver bullet to improve this Nation's standing worldwide... and our teachers know that.
Genius without education is like silver in the mine.
The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.
Why does everyone think the future is space helmets silver foil and talking like computers like a bad episode of Star Trek?
Well... I had braces and I had to wear headgear! I loved my braces actually. For me they were like a piece of jewelry! Instead of the silver or pewter I had gold braces. It was so much fun I loved them. I got to change the colors and stuff and I had the rubber bands.
I assure you that the training that you get in a midget in a sprint car and perhaps in a Silver Crown car is really the kind of experience that makes you into a damn good race driver.
I went to watch my father at Silverstone in the early 1950s and I've still got the car he was in.
The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation with leisurely modes of travel.