Newsreels Archery Quotes & Sayings

A man finds in the productions of nature an inexhaustible stock of material on which he can employ himself, without any temptations to envy or malevolence, and has always a certain prospect of discovering new reasons for adoring the sovereign author of the universe. — Samuel Johnson

I believe in religion, I believe in religious expression, and I believe that all gods are one God. I do not lie when I pray in the words of another religion, because I believe.
Oisce — Arin Murphy-Hiscock

Science gives man ever greater powers but less significance. It gives him better tools with less purposes. It is silent on origins, values, and ultimate aims. It gives life and history no meaning or worth that is not canceled by time and death. — Will Durant

There were two doors that opened off the hallway. The doors were labeled PUSSY and MOTHERFUCKERS.
"I'm taking the Motherfuckers door," I said to Ranger.
"No way. That's my door."
"Well, I'm sure as hell not taking the Pussy door. — Janet Evanovich

I've been married three times, but I'll never forget my first trip as a young man, on my honeymoon, with my new wife. — Joe Pesci

Community is gathering around a fire and listening to someone tell a story. — Bill Maher

Willingness to change is a strength, even if it means plunging part of the company into total confusion for a while. — Jack Welch

Let's see if I got this right," she would say to herself. "I've taken an inert gas that's in the air, made it into a liquid, put some impurities in a ruby, attached a magnet, and detected the fires of creation. — Carl Sagan

Norman Cousins, endeavoring in his essay Modern Man Is Obsolete to express the deepest feelings of intelligent people at that staggering historical moment, wrote not about how to protect one's self from atomic radiation, or how to meet political problems, or the tragedy of man's self-destruction. Instead his editorial was a meditation on loneliness. "All man's history," he proclaimed, "is an endeavor to shatter his loneliness. — Rollo May

Their hands, swinging, touched lightly now and then; their nearness was as natural as the June day. — Elizabeth Bowen