Erwin W. Lutzer Quotes
If Melanchthon were alive today, he might not weep because of controversies that surround the Lord's Supper, but he might well sorrow because of our indifference to its meaning and importance.
Erwin W. Lutzer
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We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest; And deal full many a thoughtless blow, To those who love us best. Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
After the desperate years of their own war, after six years of repression inside Spain and six years of horror in exile, these people remain intact in spirit. They are armed with a transcendent faith; they have never won, and yet they have never accepted defeat.
Martha Gellhorn
The only good thing ever done by a committee was the King James version.
Rita Mae Brown
Do not answer the person whose questions are vile. Do not question a person whose answers are vile.
Confucius
Man believes and lives.
Mahatma Gandhi
If your cloak was a gift, I appreciate it; if it was a loan, I'm not through with it yet.
Diogenes
If we could survive without a wife, citizens of Rome, all of us would do without that nuisance.
Augustus
In Russia religion is the opium of the people; in China opium is the religion of the people.
Edgar Snow
If you look at the actual movies that I've done, the whole struggle is to get to that point, so it's not something that you just have so easy . . . But it's okay. It doesn't bother me. I've done okay so far.
Kristen Stewart
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly;
They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly.
Lawrence "Kris" Parker
Boogie Down Productions
Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things. There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. The thin beaten-out leaf of tremulous gold that chronicles the direction of forces the eye cannot see is in comparison coarse. It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it, and even then must bleed again, though not in pain.
Oscar Wilde
Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.
Lord Byron
