Rodzinski Quotes & Sayings

In or orchestra we have many nationalities, types, and temperaments. — Artur Rodzinski

Only when every one of us and every nation learns the secret of love for all mankind will the world become a great orchestra, following the beat of the Greatest Conductor of all. — Artur Rodzinski

I never wanted to have any extra money, if it meant having to have any extra work. — Fran Lebowitz

Forbes magazine has named Mel Gibson this year's most powerful celebrity ... Forbes' least powerful celebrity? [Miller displayed the widely circulated image from the Lynndie England photographs of a hooded Iraqi prisoner with wires attached to his outstretched arms] You're looking at him. Screw this guy ... [He's a] bad guy. — Dennis Miller

Jealousy will drive you mad. — Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec

I often wonder if we could not solve the world's problems on a similar basis of harmony. — Artur Rodzinski

Drop your shrink and stop your drinkin', crunchy granola's neat. — Neil Diamond

In every sacrament there are two things: a sign and a thing signified. — Michael S. Horton

I understand men much better than most women I know. — Catherine Bell

So are we going to continue glaring angrily at each other while we pose in our tough stances? Or use our time to work out a plan that hopefully doesn't end with our mutual deaths? (Acheron) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

The pedometer doesn't just spur us to move, though it certainly does that. It changes the way we think about movement. What was once a chore becomes a game. — A. J. Jacobs

The juggler seemed worried. "Throw it a book," he said.

I threw it a book, and it tore into it, like a cat ripping a small animal apart; and while the creature ate its book the juggler pushed the door open. He nearly fell into a deep chasm on the other side. "Not a disaster," he said, as if he was trying to convince himself. "We need more books. Big books."

It didn't seem like a good time for reading, but I pulled two huge old books off the shelf in the corner and carried them over to him. He took one, but didn't read it. He told it what a bad book it was and threw it on the ground. The book bounced in the air and hung there quivering, and the juggler man jumped onto it and began to float away. "As long as they think you don't like them," said the juggler, "they migrate back to the library. And we get a free ride."

I rode next to him on my book, and we crossed the chasm safely. The books floated away and I waved them good-bye. — Neil Gaiman