
Al-Manar television, February 2, 2005
Quote, 2005
Source: Britain Israel Communication & Research Centre http://www.bicom.org.uk/publications/
Leviticus 26,32
Land of Israel
Al-Manar television, February 2, 2005
Quote, 2005
Source: Britain Israel Communication & Research Centre http://www.bicom.org.uk/publications/
“I whole-heartedly believe that the land of Israel is ours in its entirety.”
YnetNews.com http://www.ynetnews.com/articles/0,7340,L-4116118,00.html, 31 October 2011
Life; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 189.
“The sea, unmated creature, tired and lone,
Makes on its desolate sands eternal moan.”
The Sorrowful World.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Identity; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“So is the Land of Israel: It cannot sustain sinners (Leviticus 18,28)”
Land of Israel
The monster to Robert Walton
Source: Frankenstein (1818)
Context: I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
Context: I seek not a fellow feeling in my misery. No sympathy may I ever find. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. But now that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy? I am content to suffer alone while my sufferings shall endure; when I die, I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my memory. Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding. I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
xxiv. 15.
Vol. I, Ch. 10: Of the Prophecy of the Seventy Weeks
Observations upon the Prophecies of Daniel, and the Apocalypse of St. John (1733)