Meixel Rock Quotes & Sayings

By turns the nine delight to sing — Homer

I don't even call myself a Christian. — Marcus Mumford

Every sacred book, successively, has been accepted in the faith that it was to be the final resting-place of the sojourning soul;but after all, it was but a caravansary which supplied refreshment to the traveler, and directed him farther on his way to Isphahan or Bagdat. Thank God, no Hindoo tyranny prevailed at the framing of the world, but we are freemen of the universe, and not sentenced to any caste. — Henry David Thoreau

And what sort of choice is fall in love with me, or you're a pig?"
"Justice." Lizzie twirled a lock of hair around her little finger. — Ursley Kempe

Don't rely on others to show you the way. Carry your own map. — Sir David Baird, 1st Baronet

The man patrolling his prejudices never sleeps. — Steven Erikson

I did it by myself, but I didn't do it alone. — Alexandra Silber

The mind is divided, like a rider on an elephant, and the rider's job is to serve the elephant. — Jonathan Haidt

Being in the Tuileries is not everything: what matters is to stay here. — Napoleon Bonaparte

In regards to the price of commodities, the rise of wages operates as simple interest does, the rise of profit operates like compound interest.
Our merchants and masters complain much of the bad effects of high wages in raising the price and lessening the sale of goods. They say nothing concerning the bad effects of high profits. They are silent with regard to the pernicious effects of their own gains. They complain only of those of other people. — Adam Smith

Certainly the European overlords did little enough to prepare Africa for self-government but Democracy would find it hard in any case to put down roots in a tribalist and patrimonial culture that long before the west invaded Africa had sacralized the personal authority of chieftains and ordained the submission of the rest. What the west would call corruption is regarded through much of Africa as no more than the prerogative of power. — Arthur M. Schlesinger Jr.

Ivan and Misha is the great American Russian Novel told as Chekhov would tell it, in stories of delicacy, humanity, and insight. From Kiev to Manhattan, Brighton Beach and Bellevue, Michael Alenyikov lays out a series of compelling arguments for brotherhood between brothers, between lovers, between men from an old country. Alenyikov confronts big subjects - illness and madness, sex and love in the age of AIDS, old and new world values, a fallen wall, the metaphysics of survival, the march of generations. — Carolyn Cooke