Abuja National Mosque Quotes & Sayings

[The ruling elites] know who their enemies are, and their enemies are the people, the people at home and the people abroad. Their enemies are anybody who wants more social justice, anybody who wants to use the surplus value of society for social needs rather than for individual class greed, that's their enemy. — Michael Parenti

I write because when I look out at the world...I want to write it. When I look out at the world, I want to help it; and somehow, I feel as though by writing, I just might. — Ryan J. Pemberton

The long run is what puts the tiger in the cat. — Bill Squires

My reading and studying and retellings of old stories didn't do anything except help me think better. I was at least thoughtful. Too thoughtful, my friends said. And all I thought about was myths and old paintings that made me feel drunk on wine or struck my lightning but didn't matter to most people. — Francesca Lia Block

And don't ye be adding any more bows to that. God help ye, it looked like a blind gypsy dropped off a tribute to Herne in your living room. — Rhys Ford

I believe that it may be normal, healthy, and even productive to experience mild to moderate depression from time to time as part of the variable emotional spectrum, either as an appropriate response to situations or as a way of turning inward and mentally chewing over problems to find solutions. — Andrew Weil

Some men's passion is for gold. some men's passion is for art. some men's passion is for fame. my passion is for souls — William Booth

All historians, even the most scientific, have bias, if in no other sense than the determination not to have any. — Carl L. Becker

When we were kids, Fitz was unbeatable in Scrabble. It would drive Eric crazy, because he wasn't used to be bested by Fitz in much of anything. But Fitz had an uncanny memory, and once he saw a word, he wouldn't forget it. [ ... ] But Eric wasn't used to be second-best, so he commissioned me into teaching him the dictionary. [ ... ] Three weeks after we'd taken on the English language, it rained on a Saturday. "Hey," Fitz suggested, like usual. "Bet I can whip you in Scrabble."
Eric looked at me. "Huh," he said, "What makes you think that?"
"Um ... the five hundred and seventy thousand other times I've kicked your ass?"
Fitz knew. The moment Eric laid down the letters J-A-R-L and then casually mentioned that it was a term for a Scandinavian noble, Fitz's eyes lit up. — Jodi Picoult