Qetevan Glonti Quotes & Sayings

Moynihan, when he was ambassador to the United Nations, produced the same effect when he attacked the Third World. These attacks aroused great admiration here; for example, when he denounced Idi Amin of Uganda as a "racist murderer." The question is not whether Idi Amin is a racist murderer. No doubt the appellation is correct. The question is, what does it mean for Moynihan to make this accusation and for others to applaud his honesty and courage in doing so? Who is Moynihan? He served in four administrations, those of Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, and Ford - that is to say, administrations that were guilty of racist murder on a scale undreamed of by Idi Amin. Imagine that some minor functionary of the Third Reich had correctly accused someone of being a racist murderer. — Noam Chomsky

That wasn't a fall. It was a premature release, — Lindsay Buroker

Reading works of literature is about "entering fully into the opinions, and therefore also the attitudes, feelings, and total experience" of other people.[96] To read literature is thus to open us up to new ideas, or to force us to revisit those we once believed we were right to reject. — Alister E. McGrath

The responsibility that I feel is to do as good a job as a journalist as I can possibly do. — Ted Koppel

Summer's lease hath all too short a date. — William Shakespeare

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water. — Eugene Ionesco

First the nest; then the flight. — Marty Rubin

If your creed and Scripture do not agree, cut your creed to pieces, but make it agree with this book. — Charles Spurgeon

The walk downstairs to the breakfast table is excercise enough for any gentleman. — Chauncey Depew

Artists live in unknown spaces and give themselves over to following something unknown. — Kiki Smith

She read everything. — Virginia Woolf

Where nature with accustomed round Sweeps and garnishes the ground With kindly beauty, warm or cold Alternate seasons never old: Heathen, how furiously you rage, Cursing this blood and brimstone age, How furiously against your will You kill and kill again, and kill: All thought of peace behind you cast, Till like small boys with fear aghast, Each cries for God to understand, 'I could not help it, it was my hand. — Robert Graves