Psalmody Quotes

#1. Evagrius said, 'A wandering mind is strengthened by reading, and prayer. Passion is dampened down by hunger and work and solitude. Anger is repressed by psalmody and long-suffering and mercy. But all these should be at the proper times and in due measure.

Benedicta Ward

#2. The loss of psalmody in the church is one of the early indicators of the loss of faith.

Kevin Swanson

#3. I am trying to both be happy and pay attention to the world around me. I do not know if it is possible to do both at the same time.

Blythe Baird

#4. Anime has sent me all over the world, introducing me to people who have touched my life in indescribably profound ways.

Steven Blum

#5. Who can stop influenza and tuberculosis? The wealth of high society cannot buy off this evil, for their bored children die alongside everyone else.

Margie Bayer

#6. Look, I made a commitment to corn 17 years ago. Sure, I'm a man. I like to go to a barbecue and see beans that I like: baked beans, red beans, black beans, big plump garbanzos. But in the end, I always come home to my sweet, sweet corn.

George Lopez

#7. From your confessor, lawyer and doctor, hide not your case on no condition. [Is this a way of saying that honesty is the best policy?]

John Harington

#8. To be an ideal guest, stay at home.

E.W. Howe

#9. When we think the universe moves. When we think we actually cause things to happen.

Robert Anthony

#10. People are not lazy, they simply have impotent goals..that is..goals that do not inspire them.

Anthony Robbins

#11. Life favours those who constantly change.

Sunday Adelaja

#12. And I am in retirement from love.

William H Gass

#13. My work is basically images set to my particular voice. It's the way the images rhyme and the rhythm. It's a way of economical storytelling for me.

Frances Stark

#14. Yes, urge I do: warped chrysalis of what blind perfect seed: for who shall say what gnarled forgotten root might not bloom yet with some globed concentrate more globed and concentrate and heady-perfect because the neglected root was planted warped and lay not dead but merely slept forgot?

William Faulkner