“For one thing, God didn't invent the circumcision, I did.”
Chris Pontius (1974) American actor
Satan vs. God- Jackass Episodes]
tr. William Leonard
fr. 31
On Nature
Source: Leonard, William E. (1908). The Fragments of Empedocles. The Open Court Publishing Company. p. 30.
“For one thing, God didn't invent the circumcision, I did.”
Chris Pontius (1974) American actor
Satan vs. God- Jackass Episodes]
Beth Moore (1957) American evangelist
Source: Praying God's Word: Breaking Free From Spiritual Strongholds
Emil Nolde (1867–1956) German artist
c. 1918; in Aus dem Palau-Tagebuch, 'Das Kunstblatt 2', no. 6, p. 179; as quoted in 'The Revival of Printmaking in Germany', I. K. Rigby; in German Expressionist Prints and Drawings - Essays Vol 1.; published by Museum Associates, Los Angeles County Museum of Art, California & Prestel-Verlag, Germany, 1986, p. 43
1900 - 1920
Robert Chambers (publisher, born 1802) book Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation
Source: Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation (1844), p. 195
“Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Christabel
Part I, l. 237
Christabel (written 1797–1801, published 1816)
Alexander Pope (1688–1744) eighteenth century English poet
Spence's Anecdotes and The Guardian (21 May 1713); as quoted in The Ethics of Diet: A Catena of Authorities Deprecatory of the Practice of Flesh-eating https://archive.org/stream/ethicsofdietcate00will/ethicsofdietcate00will#page/n3/mode/2up by Howard Williams (London: F. Pitman, 1883), p. 132.
Francis William Bourdillon (1852–1921) British poet
"The Chantry Of The Cherubim" in The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse (1917) by D. H. S. Nicholson.
Context: p>I buoyed me on the wings of dream,
Above the world of sense;
I set my thought to sound the scheme,
And fathom the Immense;
I tuned my spirit as a lute
To catch wind-music wandering mute.Yet came there never voice nor sign;
But through my being stole
Sense of a Universe divine,
And knowledge of a soul
Perfected in the joy of things,
The star, the flower, the bird that sings.Nor I am more, nor less, than these;
All are one brotherhood;
I and all creatures, plants, and trees,
The living limbs of God;
And in an hour, as this, divine,
I feel the vast pulse throb in mine.</p
“Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.”
Victor Hugo (1802–1885) French poet, novelist, and dramatist