Sculling Boats Quotes

#1. But the Lacedaemonians, who make it their first principle of action to serve their country's interest, know not any thing to be just or unjust by any measure but that.

Plutarch

#2. And still, even from the cells of the condemned, the message was going out: the class war was still on in that supposedly classless society, the United States.

Howard Zinn

#3. Yeah, I'm really worried. OK, so what's left on the big, big list of things I have to get done before I go insane or the world comes to end, whichever comes first?

Katie MacAlister

#4. If God were the doer, when will there be an end?! (If) God is the creator and he made us, we become his toys, so that is the end? When will we become liberated? No one is your superior and no one is your 'underhand' (subservient to you).

Dada Bhagwan

#5. The staff at the Institute will present an analysis on how asset price fluctuations and subsequent structural adjustments influence sustained economic growth, based on Japan's experience since the second half of the 1980s.

Toshihiko Fukui

#6. Jem put the full force of himself into each smile, so that he seemed to be smiling with his eyes, his heart, his whole being.

Cassandra Clare

#7. Any story that Billy Wilder told, you can tell in a Western.

Lawrence Kasdan

#8. The Breviary was hard to learn, and every step was labor and confusion, not to mention the mistakes and perplexities I got myself into. However,

Thomas Merton

#9. Mind the Light; come under Holy Obedience.
pg.33 in Prayer and Worship

Douglas Steer

#10. Tact is just lying for adults.

Cassandra Clare

#11. The average message is now just over 100 characters - Twitter-sized, in fact.

Christian Rudder

#12. There is a giant gulf between doing something and doing nothing. And someone who makes a lolcat and uploads it - even if only to crack their friends up - has already crossed that chasm to doing something. That's the sea change, and you can see it even with the cute cats.

Clay Shirky

#13. Roger lay in the dust of the road, bruised, filthy, and starving, with a woman trembling and weeping against his chest, now and then giving him a small thump with her fist. He had never felt happier in his life.

Diana Gabaldon