Schwenneker Quotes & Sayings

I hallowed out my Bible to put another, smaller Bible inside. — Christy Leigh Stewart

The heritage of the American Revolution is forgotten, and the American government, for better and for worse, has entered into theheritage of Europe as though it were its patrimony
unaware, alas, of the fact that Europe's declining power was preceded and accompanied by political bankruptcy, the bankruptcy of the nation-state and its concept of sovereignty. — Hannah Arendt

As the son of a feminist mother, I grew up with the idea that work was a sort of salvation for women as it would give them freedom from the domestic grind. Now it seems work is a form of slavery, undertaken out of apparent compulsion rather than choice. — Tom Hodgkinson

I had an all-Fear of Music iPod, just versions of the 11 songs from the record. No other songs allowed. — Jonathan Lethem

I believed that I would become a counsellor to the Thembu king, — Nelson Mandela

I really like doing the laundry, because I succeed at it. But I loathe putting it away. It is already clean. — Jenny Holzer

To desire revival ... and at the same time to neglect(personal) prayer and devotion is to wish one way and walk another. — Aiden Wilson Tozer

If there is an authoritarian structure at St. Hill it has been brought into being by the government itself. St. Hill is trying to correct itself. It doesn't know what it's trying to correct because nobody has told it what to correct. — L. Ron Hubbard

My parents professed to believe in God, but I rarely heard his name mentioned unattached to 'damn' or 'sakes' or 'willing. — Edith Konecky

The life of each and every one of us has been written. The crucifix is my autobiography. The blood is the ink. The nails the pen. The skin the parchment. On every line of that body I can trace my life. In the crown of thorns I can read my pride. In the hands that are dug with nails, I can read avarice and greed. In the flesh hanging from him like purple rags, I can read my lust. In feet that are fettered, I can find the times that I ran away and would not let him follow. Any sin that you can think of is written there. — Fulton J. Sheen

My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay. — Christopher Marlowe