Oneonta Quotes & Sayings

The authority of government, even such as I am willing to submit to - for I will cheerfully obey those who know and can do better than I, and in many things even those who neither know nor can do so well - is still an impure one: to be strictly just, it must have the sanction and consent of the governed. It can have no pure right over my person and property but what I concede to it. — Henry David Thoreau

People always seem to be interested in my private life because I'm married to a pop star. — Jamie Redknapp

Modest. When they meet me, they think I'm going to be outgoing, but I like things low-key. I don't like people to think I'm bragging. — Laura Prepon

There's so much music out there, and so many different styles that I've been influenced by, so each album reflects some of that knowledge or influence that I've had. — John Legend

Nothing destroys one's respect in the hearts of others more than greed. — Muhammad Taqi Usmani

Torturing innocents, murdering civilians and destroying public property; they are all the gifts we have been given by religion. — M.F. Moonzajer

I'm doing what all modern artists do now, which is nothing - just sit around and dream about things. I'll do what they call 'the stroke of genius.' — Billy Al Bengston

In a world shaped and colored more and more by politicians, the nations meet politically, and hardly any other way to settle their differences. — J.B. Priestley

It's possible to get through life without a religious structure, but I don't think that's a very fruitful way to live. — Nick Cave

If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved. — J.D. Stroube

Perhaps at a later point important developments will be traced back to September 11. But for now we do not know which of the many scenarios will actually hold in the future. — Jurgen Habermas

My grandfather was a railroad brakeman, sixty years with the D&H. I'd sit on his lap when I was little, I remember, at the upstairs apartment on Watkins Avenue in Oneonta overlooking the tracks, and we'd look out at the yard together and watch the trains hooking up, and he'd pull his gold watch out of his vest pocket and squint at the dial, a gold pocket watch, and the bulging surface of the watch case was all scritch-scratched, etched with tiny soft lines, hundreds of tiny scratches, interlaced. And then he'd check the yard, my Grandpa, to see if the trains were running on time. In those days there was a rhythm to everything, there was an order to things, but now we're riding a runaway train that's carrying us all away to that final night where nothing is remembered and nothing matters. — Donald O'Donovan