Muscle Man Costume Quotes & Sayings

Christ made the bread the sacrament of his body only: wherefore as the bread is no similitude of his blood, so am I not bound or ought to affirm, that his blood is there present. — William Tyndale

The photographer will never replace the painter; one is a man, the other a machine. Let us compare them no longer. (1848) — Alphonse De Lamartine

The talk of winning our share is not the easy one of disengagement and flight, but the hard one of work, of short as well as long jumps, of disappointments, and of sweet success. — Roy Wilkins

How can a man with your heritage not be able to tap-dance." I heard Hawk's gliding chuckle. "My ancestors busy eating missionaries, boy. — Robert B. Parker

When we decided to have Julie, I couldn't carry her. We sat down and the hard numbers stared back at us. I made twice as much as Fern. We wouldn't have been able to feed ourselves, let alone another mouth, if I'd been the one to hold her. And so we both went for the operation, and they took eggs from the two of us and made them one. And then I squeezed Fern's hand when she went into the theatre, and when she came out again they'd put it inside her. And sheltered by her body, the one cell that was us divided and became two, and then three, and then four hundred million, and then they divided into parts. Lungs, heart, brain, mouth. And finally, when she was ready, Julie divided from Fern and there were three of us. — Lee S. Hawke

once a person's self-image is altered, all sorts of subtle advantages become available to someone who wants to exploit that new image. — Robert B. Cialdini

I think in England you eat too much sugar and meat and not enough vegetables. — Arsene Wenger

Back on the Hauser regime, I start the day with his notorious "pep breakfast"
two raw eggs beaten in orange juice. Hauser describes it as a "creamy drink fit for a King's table." I do not feel the same way. This is so much worse than the raw eggs in milk that I drank for the Marilyn Monroe diet.
If pneumonia were a food, this is what it would taste like. — Rebecca Harrington