Whom the gods wish to destroy, they give unlimited resources.
Whom the gods wish to destroy they first call promising.
Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small… and you will escape the jealousy of the great.
Whom the gods love dies young.
Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.
Whom the Gods love die young no matter how long they live.
Whom little things occupy and keep busy, are little men.
Whom hatred frights, let him not dream of sovereignty.
Whom hast thou then, or what, to accuse,
but heaven's free love dealt equally t'all?
Whom do you speak to about introducing a leap year? Is it heresy to request such a thing? Why do the Jews have one and we don't?
Whom do you feel sorrier for: the cast of 'Boat Trip' or their children? Remember, kids can be very cruel -- and this latest 'get Cuba Gooding Jr. career counseling fast' project is a misfire from beginning to end.
Whom do I write for? I write for the story. Each story, it seems to me, knows best how it should be told. As I once put my ear to the railroad track, I listen now for the voice of my story.
Whom do I call educated? First, those who manage well the circumstances they encounter day by day. Next, those who are decent and honorable in their intercourse with all men, bearing easily and good naturedly what is offensive in others and being as agreeable and reasonable to their associates as is humanly possible to be... those who hold their pleasures always under control and are not ultimately overcome by their misfortunes... those who are not spoiled by their successes, who do not desert their true selves but hold their ground steadfastly as wise and sober -- minded men.
Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?
Whom am I going to trust if I have to back again.
Whom Jupiter would destroy he first drives mad.
Whom God wishes to destroy, He first makes successful in show business.
Wholly new forms of encyclopedias will appear, ready made with a mesh of associative trails running through them, ready to be dropped into the memex and there amplified.