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Romain Rolland

Romain Rolland (29 January 1866 – 30 December 1944) was a French writer who received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1915 after the publication of his major work, Jean-Christophe.

Quotes

 * Theatre supposes lives that are poor and agitated, a people searching in dreams for a refuge from thought. If we were happier and freer we should not feel hungry for theatre. ... A people that is happy and free has need of festivities more than of theatres; it will always see in itself the finest spectacle.
 * Le Théâtre du peuple (1903)

 * There is only one necessary condition for the emergence of a new theatre, that the stage and auditorium should be open to the masses, should be able to contain a people and the actions of a people.
 * Le Théâtre du peuple (1903)

 * I find war detestable but those who praise it without participating in it even more so.
 * Inter arma Caritas, Journal de Genève (30 October 1914)

 * What I especially love in Lefebvre, is this intimate alliance—which for me makes the true man—of pessimism of the intelligence, which penetrates every illusion, and optimism of the will.
 * Le sacrifice d'Abraham published in L'Humanite' (19 March 1920); also attributed to Antonio Gramsci.

 * If there is one place on the face of the earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India. … For more than 30 centuries, the tree of vision, with all its thousand branches and their millions of twigs, has sprung from this torrid land, the burning womb of the Gods. It renews itself tirelessly showing no signs of decay.
 * Life of Ramakrishna (1929)

 * Of course, this entire fabric of Indian life stands solidly on faith, that is to say, on a slender and emotional hypothesis. But amid all the beliefs of Europe, and of Asia, that of the Indian Brahmins seems to me infinitely the most alluring. And the reason why I love the Brahmin more than the other schools of Asiatic thought is because it seems to me to contain them all. Greater than all European philosophies, it is even capable of adjusting itself to the vast hypotheses of modern science. Our Christian religions have tried in vain, when there were no other choice open to them, to adapt themselves to the progress of science. But after having allowed myself to be swept away by the powerful rhythm of Brahmin thought, along the curve or life, with its movement of alternating ascent and return, I come back to my own century, and while finding therein the immense projections of a new cosmogony, offspring of the genius of Einstein, or deriving freely from the discoveries, I yet do not feel that I enter a strange land. I yet can hear resounding still the cosmic symphony of all those planets which forever succeed each other, are extinguished and once more illumined, with their living souls, their humanities, their gods – according to the laws of the eternal To Become, the Brahmin Samsara – I hear Siva dancing, dancing in the heart of the world, in my own heart.
 * Life of Ramakrishna (1929)

 * In the great philosophy of Brahma, such violent turns of the scale are quite unknown. It embraces vast stretches of time, cycles of human ages, whose successive lives gravitate in concentric circles, and travel ever slowly towards the center....
 * Life of Ramakrishna (1929)

 * Skepticism, riddling the faith of yesterday, prepared the way for the faith of tomorrow.
 * As quoted in The Great Quotations (1960) by George Seldes, p. 864

 * I know at last what distinguishes man from animals; financial worries.
 * As quoted in The Anchor Book of French quotations, with English Translations (1963) by Norbert Guterman

 * Every man who is truly a man must learn to be alone in the midst of all others, and if need be against all others.
 * As quoted in A Book of French Quotations (1963) by Norbert Guterman, p. 365

 * In politics, he has always been a republican with advanced Socialist sympathies, and internationalist at heart, and, as they said in the eighteenth century, a "citizen of the world." He has always fought social injustice. In art, he loves, above all, Beethoven, Shakespeare, and Goethe... Rembrandt is the painter dearest to him. But his chosen country is Italy.
 * On himself, as quoted in World Authors 1900-1950 (1996)

 * One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.
 * As quoted in On Relationships: A Book for Teenagers (1999) by Kimberly Kirberger

 * The true Vedantic spirit does not start out with a system of preconceived ideas. It possesses absolute liberty and unrivalled courage among religions with regard to the facts to be observed and the diverse hypotheses it has laid down for their coordination. Never having been hampered by a priestly order, each man has been entirely free to search wherever he pleased for the spiritual explanation of the spectacle of the universe.
 * Life of Vivekananda (1944)

 * Religious faith in the case of Hindus has never been allowed to run counter to scientific laws; moreover the former is never made a condition for the knowledge they teach, but they are always scrupulously careful to take into consideration the possibility that by reason both the agnostic and atheist may attain truth in their own ways.
 * source: Vivekananda, Romain Rolland. Quoted from Gewali, Salil (2013). Great Minds on India. New Delhi: Penguin Random House.

 * Are you descendants of Goethe ore from Attila? Are you waging war against the armies or against humanity? Kill the people but respect their works!
 * Romain Rolland in a 1914 open letter to the Germans as a reaction to the torching of the The Academic Library of the Louvain Catholic University in Belgium.

Jean-Christophe (1904 - 1912)

 * As translated by Gilbert Cannan (1913)

Youth (1904)

 * Be reverent before the dawning day. Do not think of what will be in a year, or in ten years. Think of to-day. Leave your theories. All theories, you see, even those of virtue, are bad, foolish, mischievous. Do not abuse life. Live in to-day. Be reverent towards each day. Love it, respect it, do not sully it, do not hinder it from coming to flower. Love it even when it is gray and sad like to-day. Do not be anxious. See. It is winter now. Everything is asleep. The good earth will awake again. You have only to be good and patient like the earth. Be reverent. Wait. If you are good, all will go well. If you are not, if you are weak, if you do not succeed, well, you must be happy in that. No doubt it is the best you can do. So, then, why will? Why be angry because of what you cannot do? We all have to do what we can. . . . Als ich kann."
 * Gottfried to Jean-Christophe. Part 3: Ada

 * You are a vain fellow. You want to be a hero. That is why you do such silly things. A hero! ... I don't quite know what that is: but, you see, I imagine that a hero is a man who does what he can. The others do not do it.
 * Gottfried to Jean-Christophe. Part 3: Ada
 * Variant translation: A hero is one who does what he can. The others don't.
 * As quoted in A Book of French Quotations (1963) by Norbert Guterman, p. 365

 * I, too, shall wake again.
 * Jean-Christophe to himself. Part 3: Ada

Revolt (1905)

 * "There are some dead who are more alive than the living." "No, no! It would be more true to say that there are some who are more dead than the dead." "Maybe. In any case there are old things which are still young." "Then if they are still young we can find them for ourselves.... But I don't believe it. What has been good once never is good again."

 * All these young millionaires were anarchists, of course: when a man possesses everything it is the supreme luxury for him to deny society: for in that way he can evade his responsibilities

Jean-Christophe à Paris: The Market-Place (1908)

 * It is the artist's business to create sunshine when the sun fails.
 * Part I

Journey's End: The Burning Bush (1911)

 * The continual endeavor of man should be to lessen the sum of suffering and cruelty: that is the first duty of humanity.

 * He could not think of the animals without shuddering in anguish. He looked into the eyes of the beasts and saw there a soul like his own, a soul which could not speak; but the eyes cried for it: "What have I done to you? Why do you hurt me?" He could not bear to see the most ordinary sights that he had seen hundreds of times—a calf crying in a wicker pen, with its big, protruding eyes, with their bluish whites and pink lids, and white lashes, its curly white tufts on its forehead, its purple snout, its knock-kneed legs:—a lamb being carried by a peasant with its four legs tied together, hanging head down, trying to hold its head up, moaning like a child, bleating and lolling its gray tongue:—fowls huddled together in a basket:—the distant squeals of a pig being bled to death:—a fish being cleaned on the kitchen-table.... The nameless tortures which men inflict on such innocent creatures made his heart ache. Grant animals a ray of reason, imagine what a frightful nightmare the world is to them: a dream of cold-blooded men, blind and deaf, cutting their throats, slitting them open, gutting them, cutting them into pieces, cooking them alive, sometimes laughing at them and their contortions as they writhe in agony. Is there anything more atrocious among the cannibals of Africa? To a man whose mind is free there is something even more intolerable in the sufferings of animals than in the sufferings of men. For with the latter it is at least admitted that suffering is evil and that the man who causes it is a criminal. But thousands of animals are uselessly butchered every day without a shadow of remorse. If any man were to refer to it, he would be thought ridiculous.—And that is the unpardonable crime. That alone is the justification of all that men may suffer.

 * The slaughter accomplished by man is so small a thing of itself in the carnage of the universe! The animals devour each other. The peaceful plants, the silent trees, are ferocious beasts one to another. The serenity of the forests is only a commonplace of easy rhetoric for the literary men who only know Nature through their books! ... In the forest hard by, a few yards away from the house, there were frightful struggles always toward. The murderous beeches flung themselves upon the pines with their lovely pinkish stems, hemmed in their slenderness with antique columns, and stifled them. They rushed down upon the oaks and smashed them, and made themselves crutches of them. The beeches were like Briareus with his hundred arms, ten trees in one tree! They dealt death all about them. And when, failing foes, they came together, they became entangled, piercing, cleaving, twining round each other like antediluvian monsters. Lower down, in the forest, the acacias had left the outskirts and plunged into the thick of it and, attacked the pinewoods, strangling and tearing up the roots of their foes, poisoning them with their secretions. It was a struggle to the death in which the victors at once took possession of the room and the spoils of the vanquished. Then the smaller monsters would finish the work of the great. Fungi, growing between the roots, would suck at the sick tree, and gradually empty it of its vitality. Black ants would grind exceeding small the rotting wood. Millions of invisible insects were gnawing, boring, reducing to dust what had once been life.... And the silence of the struggle! ... Oh! the peace of Nature, the tragic mask that covers the sorrowful and cruel face of Life!

 * Ce n'est pas la paix que je cherche, c'est la vie.
 * It is not peace that I seek, but life.

 * "Thou art come back to me, Thou art come back to me! O Thou, whom I had lost! . . . Why didst Thou abandon me?" "To fulfil My task, that thou didst abandon." "What task?" "My fight." "What need hast Thou to fight? Art Thou not master of all?" "I am not the master." "Art Thou not All that Is?" "I am not all that is. I am Life fighting Nothingness. I am not Nothingness, I am the Fire which burns in the Night. I am not the Night. I am the eternal Light; I am not an eternal destiny soaring above the fight. I am free Will which struggles eternally. Struggle and burn with Me."

 * "Thou art not alone, and thou dost not belong to thyself. Thou art one of My voices, thou art one of My arms. Speak and strike for Me. But if the arm be broken, or the voice be weary, then still I hold My ground: I fight with other voices, other arms than thine. Though thou art conquered, yet art thou of the army which is never vanquished. Remember that and thou wilt fight even unto death." "Lord, I have suffered much!" "Thinkest thou that I do not suffer also? For ages death has hunted Me and nothingness has lain in wait for Me. It is only by victory in the fight that I can make My way. The river of life is red with My blood." "Fighting, always fighting?" "We must always fight. God is a fighter, even He Himself. God is a conqueror. He is a devouring lion. Nothingness hems Him in and He hurls it down. And the rhythm of the fight is the supreme harmony. Such harmony is not for thy mortal ears. It is enough for thee to know that it exists. Do thy duty in peace and leave the rest to the Gods."

 * Christophe returned to the Divine conflict. . . . How his own fight, how all the conflicts of men were lost in that gigantic battle, wherein the suns rain down like flakes of snow tossing on the wind! . . . He had laid bare his soul. And, just as in those dreams in which one hovers in space, he felt that he was soaring above himself, he saw himself from above, in the general plan of the world; and the meaning of his efforts — the price of his suffering, were revealed to him at a glance. His struggles were a part of the great fight of the worlds. His overthrow was a momentary episode, immediately repaired. Just as he fought for all, so all fought for him. They shared his trials, he shared their glory. "Companions, enemies, walk over me, crush me, let me feel the cannons which shall win victory pass over my body! I do not think of the iron which cuts deep into my flesh, I do not think of the foot that tramples down my head, I think of my Avenger, the Master, the Leader of the countless army. My blood shall cement the victory of the future. ..."

 * God was not to him the impassive Creator, a Nero from his tower of brass watching the burning of the City to which he himself has set fire. God was fighting. God was suffering. Fighting and suffering with all who fight and for all who suffer. For God was Life, the drop of light fallen into the darkness, spreading out, reaching out, drinking up the night. But the night is limitless, and the Divine struggle will never cease: and none can know how it will end. It was a heroic symphony wherein the very discords clashed together and mingled and grew into a serene whole! Just as the beech-forest in silence furiously wages war, so Life carries war into the eternal peace. The wars and the peace rang echoing through Christophe. He was like a shell wherein the ocean roars. Epic shouts passed, and trumpet calls, and tempestuous sounds borne upon sovereign rhythms. For in that sonorous soul everything took shape in sound. It sang of light. It sang of darkness, sang of life and death. It sang for those who were victorious in battle. It sang for himself who was conquered and laid low. It sang. All was song. It was nothing but song.

Journey Within (1947)

 * Never do I hesitate to look squarely at the unexpected face that every passing hour unveils to us, and to sacrifice the false images of it formed in advance, however dear they may be. In me, the love of life in general predominates over love of my own life (that, indeed, would never have sufficed to bear me up). May life herself speak! However inadequate I may be in listening to her, and in repeating her words, I shall try to record them, even if they contradict my most secret desires. In all that I write, may her will, not mine, be done!
 * Invitation to the Journey

 * No one ever reads a book. He reads himself through books, either to discover or to control himself. And the most objective books are the most deceptive. The greatest book is not the one whose message engraves itself on the brain, as a telegraphic message engraves itself on the ticker-tape, but the one whose vital impact opens up other viewpoints, and from writer to reader spreads the fire that is fed by the various essences, until it becomes a vast conflagration leaping from forest to forest.
 * Ch. 2 : The Three Revelations

Quotes about Rolland

 * The Western misreading of the Soviet system was largely the product of a simple reflex. The Soviet order — indeed, the practice of communism everywhere — was seen as a form of "progressive" hostility to established Western politics and, particularly, economics. It seemed to represent a new system that had rid itself of the market, of exploitation. Whatever its doubtless temporary — or invented — faults (so the thinking went), the Soviet ideology stood for a better world. Thus many Western writers, including Lion Feuchtwanger, Henri Barbusse, and even Romain Rolland, the sensitive follower of Gandhi, spoke out in defense of the purges.
 * Robert Conquest, in "The Terrors" in The Atlantic Monthly (July-August 2004)

 * That I have been allowed to exchange a greeting with you will remain a happy memory to the end of my days.
 * Sigmund Freud, in a 1923 letter to Roland, as quoted in The Enigma of the Oceanic Feeling : Revisioning the Psychoanalytic Theory of Mysticism (1999) by William B. Parsons, p. 23

 * Goethe and Romain Rolland paint psychological landscapes, depicting both characters and spiritual conditions, but the Japanese-Flaubertian analytical tanka is a form alien to them.
 * Osip Mandelstam THE NINETEENTH CENTURY translated into English in The complete critical prose (1997)

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Florian Cloud de Bounevialle O'Malley Armstrong (born 25 December 1971 in London), known professionally as Dido, is an English singer and songwriter.

No Angel (1999)

 * Oh I am what I am I'll do what I want But I can't hide I won't go I won't sleep I can't breathe Until you're resting here with me I won't leave I can't hide I cannot be Until you're resting here with me.
 * Here with Me

 * If you were a king up there on your throne would you be wise enough to let me go? For this queen you think you own Wants to be a hunter again wants to see the world alone again to take a chance on life again so let me go.
 * Hunter

 * My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all the morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall it reminds me that it's not so bad it's not so bad
 * Thank You

 * If you gave me just a coin for every time we say goodbye Well I'd be rich beyond my dreams, I'm sorry for my weary life I know I'm not perfect but I can smile and I hope that you see this heart behind my tired eyes.
 * I'm No Angel

 * Why don't I watch the ocean? My lover's gone. No earthly ships will ever bring him home again bring him home again...
 * My Lovers Gone

 * It's all right to make mistakes, you're only human Inside everybody's hiding something.
 * Slide

 * And the last words I heard him say were I shall return for you my love on Christmas Day...
 * Christmas Day

Life for Rent (2003)

 * I will go down with this ship And I won't put my hands up and surrender There will be no white flag above my door I'm in love and always will be.
 * White Flag

 * When you're stoned, baby, I am drunk. And we make love, it seems a little desolate It's hard sometimes not to look away And think what's the point when I'm having to hold this fire down I think I'll explode if I can't feel this freely now. When your stalled baby take me home.
 * Stoned

 * I haven't ever really found a place that I call home I never stick around quite long enough to make it I apologize that once again I'm not in love But it's not as if I mind that your heart ain't exactly breaking.
 * Life for Rent

 * If you're cold I'll keep you warm If you're low just hold on Cause I will be your safety Oh don't leave home.
 * Don't Leave Home

 * I've still got sand in my shoes And I can't shake the thought of you I should get on, forget you Why, why would I want to I know we said goodbye Anything else would've been confused but I wanna see you again.
 * Sand In My Shoes

 * And we danced, and we drank And I've seen something you probably never got the chance to see Don't worry, Mary Cause I'm taking care of Danny And he's taking care of me
 * Mary's In India

 * Not sad because you lost me But sad because you thought it was cool to be sad
 * See You When You're 40

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And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor. ~Thomas Jefferson The Declaration of Independence--Rjordan958 20:23, 14 December 2005 (UTC)

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

 * Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 372-75.

 * The sense of honour is of so fine and delicate a nature, that it is only to be met with in minds which are naturally noble, or in such as have been cultivated by good examples, or a refined education.
 * Joseph Addison, The Guardian, No. 161.

 * Turpe quid ausurus, te sine teste time.
 * When about to commit a base deed, respect thyself, though there is no witness.
 * Ansonius, Septem Sapientum Sententiæ Septenis Veribus Explicatæ, III. 7.

 * The best memorial for a mighty man is to gain honor ere death.
 * Beowulf, VII.

 * L'honneur est comme une île escarpée et sans bords; On n'y peut plus rentrer dès qu'on en est dehors.
 * Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; we can never re-enter it once we are on the outside.
 * Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux, Satires, X. 167.

 * Nulla est laus ibi esse integrum, ubi nemo est, qui aut possit aut conetur rumpere.
 * There is no praise in being upright, where no one can, or tries to corrupt you.
 * Cicero, In Verrem, II. 1. 16.

 * Nec tibi quid liceat, sed quid fecisse decebit Occurrat, mentemque domet respectus honesti.
 * Do not consider what you may do, but what it will become you to have done, and let the sense of honor subdue your mind.
 * Claudianus, De Quarto Consulatu Honorii Augusti Panegyris, CCLXVII.

 * Honor lies in honest toil.
 * Glover Cleveland, letter accepting nomination for President (Aug. 18, 1884). In William Q. Stoddard, Life of Grover Cleveland, Chapter XV.

 * Ici l'honneur m'oblige, et j'y veux satisfaire.
 * Here honor binds me, and I wish to satisfy it.
 * Pierre Corneille, Polyeucte, IV. 3.

 * And all at Worcester but the honour lost.
 * John Dryden, Astraea Redux.

 * These were honoured in their generations, and were the glory of the times.
 * Ecclesiasticus. XLIV. 7.

 * Madame, pour vous faire savoir comme se porte le resté de mon infortune, de toutes choses m'est demeuré que l'honneur et la vie qui est sauvé.
 * Madame, that you may know the state of the rest of my misfortune, there is nothing left to me but honor, and my life, which is saved.
 * Francis I, to his mother. Written in the Letter of safe conduct given to the Viceroy of Naples for the Commander Penalosa the morning after Pavia. See Aimé Champollion, Captivité de François I. Figeac, p. 129 (Ed. 1847). In Martin, Histoire de France, Volume VIII. Sismondi, Volume XVI, p. 241.

 * Your word is as good as the Bank, sir.
 * Holcroft, The Road to Ruin, Act I, scene 3.

 * Honour is but an itch in youthful blood Of doing acts extravagantly good.
 * Howard, Indian Queen.

 * Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads. His cares must still be double to his joys, In any dignity.
 * Ben Jonson, Catiline, His Conspiracy, Act III, scene 1, line 1.

 * Summum crede nefas, animum præferre pudori, Et propter vitam vivendi perdere causas.
 * Believe it to be the greatest of all infamies, to prefer your existence to your honor, and for the sake of life to lose every inducement to live.
 * Juvenal, Satires (early 2nd century), VIII. 83.

 * Dead on the field of honour.
 * Answer given in the roll-call of La Tour d' Auvergne's regiment after his death.

 * Quod pulcherrimum idem tutissimum est.
 * What is honorable is also safest.
 * Livy, Annales, XXXIV. 14.

 * Perchè non i titoli illustrano gli uomini, ma gli uomini i titoli.
 * For titles do not reflect honor on men, but rather men on their titles.
 * Niccolò Machiavelli, Dei Discorsi, III. 38.

 * Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do; *  *  honour is not won, Until some honourable deed be done.
 * Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander, First Sistiad, line 276.

 * To set the cause above renown, To love the game beyond the prize, To honor while you strike him down,  The foe that comes with fearless eyes; To count the life of battle good  And dear the land that gave you birth, And dearer yet the brotherhood  That binds the brave of all the earth.
 * Henry Newboldt, Clifton Chapel.

 * When honor comes to you be ready to take it; But reach not to seize it before it is near.
 * John Boyle O'Reilly, Rules of the Road.

 * Honour, the spur that pricks the princely mind, To follow rule and climb the stately chair.
 * George Peele, The Battle of Alcazar, Act I.

 * We'll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble, we'll be good.
 * Thomas Percy, Reliques, Winifreda.

 * Et ille quidem plenus annis abiit, plenus honoribus, illis etiam quos recusavit.
 * He died full of years and of honors, equally illustrious by those he refused as by those he accepted.
 * Pliny the Younger, Epistles, II. 1.

 * A Quixotic sense of the honorable—of the chivalrous.
 * Edgar Allen Poe, letter to Mrs. Whitman (Oct. 18, 1848).

 * Faisons ce que l'honneur exige.
 * Let us do what honor demands.
 * Jean Racine, Bérénice, IV. 4.

 * Mais sans argent l'honneur n'est qu'une maladie.
 * But without money honor is nothing but a malady.
 * Jean Racine, Plaideurs, I. 1.

 * Nichtswürdig ist die Nation, die nicht Ihr alles freudig setzt an ihre Ehre.
 * That nation is worthless which does not joyfully stake everything on her honor.
 * Friedrich Schiller, Die Jungfrau von Orleans, I. 5. 81.

 * Das Herz und nicht die Meinung ehrt den Mann.
 * What he feels and not what he does honors a man.
 * Friedrich Schiller, Wallenstein's Tod, IV. 8. 70.

 * His honor rooted in dishonor stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
 * Alfred Tennyson, Idyls of the King, Lancelot and Elaine, line 886.

 * The nation's honor is dearer than the nation's comfort; yes, than the nation's life itself.
 * Woodrow Wilson, speech, Jan. 29, 1916.

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 * A man has honor if he holds himself to an ideal of conduct though it is inconvenient, unprofitable, or dangerous to do so.
 * Walter Lippmann

 * A prophet is not without honor except in his own country among his own people.
 * Jesus Christ

 * A true man of honor feels humbled himself when he cannot help humbling others.
 * Robert E. Lee

 * A truly American sentiment recognizes the dignity of labor and the fact that honor lies in honest toil.
 * Grover Cleveland

 * Ability without honor is useless.
 * Cicero

 * As this long and difficult war ends, I would like to address a few special words to the American people: Your steadfastness in supporting our insistence on peace with honor has made peace with honor possible.
 * Richard M. Nixon

 * As we honor and thank the brave men and women of our military who fight today to guarantee our freedom, we realize there is no greater force in the world than the energy of free people, and we must remember that spreading that energy is the best way to help our country remain free and secure.
 * Bob Beauprez

 * Disarmament, with mutual honor and confidence, is a continuing imperative.
 * Dwight D. Eisenhower

 * Duty, Honor, Country.
 * Motto of the United States Military Academy

 * Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
 * Alexander Pope

 * Honor among thieves is the ancestor of all honor.
 * John McCarthy

 * Honor bespeaks worth. Confidence begets trust. Service brings satisfaction. Cooperation proves the quality of leadership.
 * James Cash Penney

 * Honor has not to be won; it must only not be lost.
 * Arthur Schopenhauer

 * Honor is not the exclusive property of any political party.
 * Herbert Hoover

 * Honor is simply the morality of superior men.
 * H. L. Mencken

 * Honor is the reward of virtue.
 * Cicero

 * Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
 * Walter Bagehot

 * Honor wears different coats to different eyes.
 * Barbara Tuchman

 * I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.
 * Julius Caesar

 * It is not the honor that you take with you, but the heritage you leave behind.
 * Branch Rickey

 * It is not titles that honor men, but men that honor titles.
 * Niccolo Machiavelli

 * Liberty, as well as honor, man ought to preserve at the hazard of his life, for without it life is insupportable.
 * Miguel de Cervantes

 * No amount of ability is of the slightest avail without honor.
 * Thomas Carlyle

 * Show me the person you honor, for I know better by that the kind of person you are. For you show me what your idea of humanity is.
 * Thomas Carlyle

 * Success without honor is an unseasoned dish; it will satisfy your hunger, but it won't taste good.
 * Joe Paterno

 * The greatest honor history can bestow is that of peacemaker.
 * Richard M. Nixon

 * There could be no honor in a sure success, but much might be wrested from a sure defeat.
 * T.E. Lawrence

 * To be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.
 * Walter Scott

 * To the Master's honor all must turn, each in its track, without a sound, forever tracing Newton's ground.
 * Albert Einstein

 * What is left when honor is lost?
 * Publilius Syrus

 * Who honor in thee only what is best.
 * William Watson

 * Who is worthy of honor? The one who honors others.
 * Ben Zoma

 * Who sows virtue reaps honor.
 * Leonardo da Vinci

 * You have to defend your honor. And your family.
 * Suzanne Vega

 * Honor is a fool's trap.
 * Anonymous

 * What is life without Honor? Degridation is worse than death.
 * Stonewall Jackson

 * Loyualte me lie
 * Translation: Loyalty binds me
 * Richard III

 * "Rather fail with honour than succeed by fraud"
 * Sophocles
 * "In contrast to the purely economically determined "class situation" we wish to designate as "status situation" every typical component of the life fate of men that is determined by a specific, positive or negative, social estimation of honour. This honour may be connected with any quality shared by a plurality, and, of course, it can be knit to a class situation: class distinctions are linked in the most varied ways with status distinctions. Property as such is not always recognised as a status qualification, but in the long run is, and with extraordinary regularity."
 * Max Weber

 * "Peace is a precious and a desirable thing. Our generation, bloodied in wars, certainly deserves peace. But peace, like almost all things of this world, has its price, a high but a measurable one. We in Poland do not know the concept of peace at any price. There is only one thing in the lives of men, nations and countries that is without price. That thing is honor."
 * Józef Beck

 * "The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons."
 * Ralph Waldo Emerson

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The Warrior Prophet

The Warrior Prophet (2005) by R. Scott Bakker. The second book in the Prince of Nothing series.

Quotes

 * Ignorance is Trust.
 * ancient Kuniuric proverb

 * Duty measures the distance between the animal and the divine.
 * Ekyannus 1, 44 Epistles

 * The proposition "I am the centre" need never be uttered. It is the assumption upon which all certainty and all doubt turns.
 * Ajencis, The Third Analytic of Men

 * See your enemies content and your lovers melancholy.
 * Ainoni proverb

 * No decision is so fine as to not bind us to its consequences. No consequence is so unexpected as to absolve us of our decisions. Not even death.
 * Xius, The Trucian Dreams

 * Why must I conquer you ask? War makes clear. Life or Death. Freedom or Bondage. War strikes the sediment from the water of life.
 * Triamis I, Journals and Dialogues

 * When shields become crutches, and swords become canes, some hearts are put to rout. When wives become plunder, and foes become thanes, all hope has guttered out.
 * Anonymous "Lament for the Conquered"

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 * Sleep, when deep enough, is indistinguishable from vigilance.
 * Sorainas, The Book of Circles and Spirals
 * All men are greater than dead men.
 * Ainoni proverb

 * One can look into the future, or one can look at the future. The latter is by far the more instructive.
 * Ajencis, The Third Analytic of Men

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 * Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.
 * Ajencis, The Third Analytic of Men
 * How does one learn innocence? How does one teach ignorance? For to be them is to know them not. And yet they are the immovable point from which the compass of life swings, the measure of all crime and compassion, the rule of all wisdom and folly. They are the Absolute.
 * Anonymous, The Imprompta

 * If all human events possess purpose, then all human deeds possess purpose. And yet when men vie with men, the purpose of no man comes to fruition: the result always falls somewhere in between. The purpose of deeds, then, cannot derive from the purposes of men, because all men vie with all men. This means the deeds of men must be willed by something other than men. From this it follows that we are all slaves. Who then is our Master?
 * Memgowa, The Book of Divine Acts

 * What is practicality but one moment betrayed for the next?
 * Triamis I, Journals and Dialogues

 * Though you lose your soul, you shall win the world.
 * Mandate Catechism

 * Men are forever pointing at others, which is why I always follow the knuckle and not the nail.
 * Ontillas, On the Folly of Men

 * A day with no noon, A year with no fall, Love is forever new, Or love is not at all.
 * Anonymous, "Ode to the Loss of Losses"

 * It is the difference in knowledge that commands respect. This is why the true test of every student lies in the humiliation of his master.
 * Gotagga, The Prima Arcanata

 * Where the holy take men for fools, the mad take the world.
 * Protathis, The Goat's Heart

 * Men never resemble one another so much as when asleep or dead.
 * Opparitha, On the Carnal

 * In terror, all men throw up their hands and turn aside their faces. Remember, Tratta, always preserve the face! For that is where you are.
 * Throseanis, Triamis Imperator

 * The Poet will yield up his stylus only when the Geometer can explain how Life can at once be a point and a line. How can all time, all creation, come to the now? Make no mistake: this moment, the instant of this very breath, is the frail thread from which all creation hangs. That men dare to be thoughtless ...
 * Teres Ansansius, The City of Men

 * To piss across water is to piss across your reflection.
 * Khirgwi proverb

 * What vengeance is this? That he should slumber while I endure? Blood douses no hatred, cleanses no sin. Like seed, it spills of its own volition, and leaves naught but sorrow in its wake.
 * Hamishaza, Tempiras the King

 * ... and my soldiers, they say, make idols of their swords. But does not the sword make certain? Does not the sword make plain? Does not the sword compel kindness from those who kneel in its shadow? I need no other God.
 * Triamis, Journals and Dialogues

 * The vulgar think the God by analogy to man and so worship Him in the form of the Gods. The learned think the God by analogy to principles and so worship Him in the form of Love or Truth. But the wise think the God not at all. They know that thought, which is finite, can only do violence to the God, who is infinite. It is enough, they say, that the God thinks them.
 * Memgowa, The Book of Divine Acts

 * ... for the sin of the idolator is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
 * 8:9:4 The Witness of Fane

 * For all things there is a toll. We pay in breaths, and our purse is soon empty.
 * Songs 57:3, The Chronicle of the Tusk

 * Like many old tyrants, I dote upon my grandchildren. I delight in their tantrums, their squealing laughter, their peculiar fancies. I willfully spoil them with honey sticks. And I find myself wondering at their blessed ignorance of the world and its million grinning teeth. Should I, like my grandfather, knock such childishness from them? Or should I indulge their delusions? Even now, as death's shadow pickets gather about me, I ask, Why should innocence answer to the world? Perhaps the world should answer to innocence ... Yes, I rather like that. I tire of bearing the blame.
 * Stajanas II, Ruminations

 * For men, no circle is ever closed. We walk ever in spirals.
 * Drusas Achamian, The Compendium of the First Holy War

 * They strike down the weak and call it justice. They ungird their loins and call it reparation. They bark like dogs and call it reason.
 * Ontillas, On the Folly of Men

 * What is the meaning of a deluded life?
 * Ajencis, The Third Analytic of Men

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The Journeyman Project

The Journeyman Project is a series of award-winning first-person science fiction adventure games, created by Presto Studios and released by various publishers, including Bandai, Sanctuary Woods, and Red Orb Entertainment.

The Journeyman Project

 * Temporal Security Annex Computer: Welcome Agent 5. Your fourth late arrival has been verified and logged. Please report at once to the command center.

 * Poseidon: You are no match for me, human, but...I love a challenge.
 * Elevator Voice: This floor has neither been modeled nor rendered.
 * Door Voice: Unequal pressure between this chamber and sub dock. Equalize pressures before entering. Avoid maximum pressure; some objects may implode.
 * Ares: Out of my way human, or die.
 * Mercury: I've been expecting you.

 * Elliot Sinclair: Ares... I'm sending you to Earth's colony on Mars in the year 2185. There, you must accomplish two events simultaneously. First, you will plant the delayed action explosive device I've given you in such a way, that you will wipe out the entire colony by blowing up their atmospheric shield generator. But before the bomb generates, you must hijack an armed escort shuttle... and destroy the alien who was reported in that vicinity in that exact time! The result of this plan is two-edged... (laughs) ...the Earth will think that the aliens wiped out their colony; the aliens will think that Earth destroyed their ship! What better plan could I have? We weren't reminded of who the real enemy is and where the real danger lies!

 * Elliot Sinclair: Mercury... I'm sending you to eliminate my adversary, Enrique Castillo, who thought he was doing the world such a favor convincing them that I was insane to fear alien contact, well I'M NOT THE ONE... I'M NOT THE ONE WHO'S INVITING DEATH INTO MY HOME! The only place I can be sure of finding him... is on-stage at the Alien Contact Rally eight years ago, so I'm sending you to the World Science Center in the year 2310. Try to make his death look accidental, but whether or not you succeed at that, do everything you have to to ensure his demise.

 * Elliot Sinclair: Poseidon... I'm sending you to the deep sea installation NORAD VI in the year 2112, where you will disrupt the world unity talks by launching... a nuclear missile towards Gorbistan! You will detonate the warhead before it touches down. That will suffice to delay world unification! I can only pray... that it will not also touch off a nuclear holocaust. I, I.... I WISH... I wish it had not come to this... but until now it has been entirely out of my control! If the bureaucrats who scrapped the Pegasus Project had instead used it in the way it was meant to be used, they would have realized that aggressors always choose the most unsuspecting victim! The Indians, the Africans, the Jews, the Swedes were all lulled into a sense of... complacency before they were overpowered by their conquerors! Our... "alien friends" tell us they come in the name of peace, a tactic used by all the worst offenders throughout history! So I am left to do what I can... what I can... to ensure that humanity itself is not the next victim! I'm sending you all back in history to rewrite our future - to rewrite, to write us a new future - in which we will not offer these... creatures an engraved invitation to enslave us all, and if you fail... I will be forced myself to demonstrate personally that we are not all as docile as we might seem. I know the one place in all of Sector 3 with the best view of the Capitol Building, and from that place, by the use of a weapon of my own devising, I will assassinate the Cyrollan delegate myself! ...And God forbid I should fail, one touch of the button on my remote detonator... will be enough to end it all, obliterating Caldoria... and this foul infestation along with it!

 * Elliot Sinclair: Get back, don't try to stop me! This will end it one way or another, get back!

Journeyman Project 2: Buried In Time
Arthur: "There's something I forgot to tell you, Gage. I'm the virus! Thanks for the adventure. I'll see you on the other side." Agent 3: (begins to be engulfed by energy) "What did you do?" (voice takes on harmonics as time and space distort) "What did you do!"

Gage Blackwood attempts to open a locked door in Chateau Gaillard

Arthur: "I have a nagging feeling that the room behind this door was never modeled nor rendered. What the hell does that mean?"

Hinting the player on how to climb a tower in Chateau Gaillard

Arthur: "Well, you can either use the grappling hook you found, or be bitten by a radioactive spider."

Arthur: "Look, I used up all the literal references I could think of. USE THE GRAPPLING HOOK."

Pre-Areas
Inspecting a fleeing boat with telezoom Arthur: "That derelict boat seems to be in a hurry to leave the island. Hold on, there's somebody on that boat! He looks familiar... (performs a scan) Call me time-space happy, but I swear that's Dr. Elliot Sinclair! The guy who invented time travel! The guy you put from 10 to 20 at Vega Thalon! It could be Sinclair's distant cousin! You know, that means... baldness IS hereditary."

Arthur: Trying to get the player to use the rope ladder "If we only had some sort of climbing device... (coughing) Rope ladder! (coughing) Hmm. Let's see, it rhymes with 'pope bladder?'"

Arthur: Pretending to be Auric Goldfinger "Do I expect you to leave this well? No, Agent Blackwood, I expect you to die!"

El Dorado
A man is holding onto a rope connected to a balloon, leaving him suspended a few feet above the ground Arthur: "Hey, let go! You're unraveling my sweater!" Arthur: "Hang around." Arthur: "Quick! Pull him up to the balloon so we can toss him over the side again!"

Gage Blackwood has just drained a pool of water Arthur: "He's single, he time travels, he parts water: ladies and gentlemen, Gage Blackwood!"

In the pool, they find many stone blocks carved to resemble heads Arthur: "Gage, we've found it! The actual birthplace of 'Pez'!" Arthur: "At what point do you think they turned to the pool contractor and said, 'Okay, enough with the heads already!'" Arthur: "This looks just like your tub! Only you have the 'Muppet Baby' heads." Arthur: "Yes, Yes, this piece speaks so much to me. It's as if the heads are saying "Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil, but the other twenty-one of us are going to have fun." Arthur: "Well, looks like we're headed in the right direction! Heh, heh, heh... OW! (in pain) How did you find my groin, Gage?!

Regarding the fire below the temple Arthur: "Gage? Do you know why animals have a natural fear of fire? BECAUSE IT HURTS!"

Atlantis
Coming aboard a deserted vessel Arthur: impersonates Captain Kirk "Captain's log, stardate 1262 B. C. On, a routine expedition we've stumbled upon a strange Atlantean vessel with no crew. I'm, hoping to rescue a naive alien mermaid shackled within the brig, of, this, ship." Arthur: impersonates the millionaire from Gilligan's Island "Lovey, what kind of cruise ship is this? No skipper, no professor, no Mary Anne? Probably no shuffleboard or holes in the hull. I'm leaving."

Looking inside a kiln Arthur: sings "If I knew you were coming I'd've baked a cake, and learned to sing, stop me Gage."

In a potter's shop, finding a machine that extrudes clay Arthur: "Normally, Gage, I'd tell you not to play with anything while you're in a store. But, you're older now." disgusted "Go ahead, play with the machine."

In the windmill, looking at the rug near the entrance Arthur: "Normally I don't make aesthetic criticisms in other peoples' homes, but that rug looks like a beaver exploded." Arthur: "That looks like it should be on Shatner's head! Or it could have been on Ernest Borgnine's back." Arthur: "Nice, flat puppy!" Arthur: "No real animals were harmed to create this computer generated rug." Arthur: "If meat is murder, then that rug is at least a severe beating." Arthur: "Ch-ch-ch-Chia-floor!" Arthur: whispering "Gage, slowly reach for the shears. No sudden movements; it looks hungry!" Arthur: "How many human beards had to die to make that rug?" Arthur: "The ferocious wig-creature from the planet Weave waited patiently, hungrily on the ground, biding its time for its favorite unsuspecting meal: A scrumptious time-travel agent." Arthur: "That rug looks like... oh, forget this. If you can think of a funny line, please write to Presto Studios, care of everyone involved, but no one who cares."

In the windmill, examining some schematics Arthur: "This schematic seems to depict Amun's way to enter that secret passage! Or it's an elaborate scheme to kill the Roadrunner."

In the windmill Arthur: Ahhh, an Archimedes screw! Of course, Archimedes won't even exist for a few hundred years. Whoever beat him to the punch should've gotten a patent. That's how people get screwed in this business. Arthur: Careful. I don’t want you ending up in some back alley Atlantian Chiropractor’s Office. I hear therapy involves a rack and two bulls.

Talking to a guard outside the temple Arthur: "Gage... You like movies about... gladiators?"

Shangri-La
Moving through underground steam vents and tunnels Arthur: impersonates Auric Goldfinger from the James Bond movie Goldfinger "Do I expect you to leave these steam tunnels alive? No, Agent Blackwood, I expect you to die!" Arthur: "Om is said to be the perfect sound of the universe. But, not when you say it like this:" (Makes terrible shrieking noise somehow sounding relatively like 'Om', sounds are reminiscent of Jerry Lewis) regarding the lotus-shaped object at the top of the temple Arthur: "Shouldn't this thing be pyramid shaped? Shouldn't we have found this earlier? Shouldn't you have been smarter, or taller, or just plain better? And Dammit, Gage, shouldn't we be married by now, I mean, people are starting to talk... Oh, sorry. Anyway- this thing is the wrong shape." Arthur: Starts humming the bass line to the Beatles song "Ob la di" "Om Mani, Padme hum, life goes on, Bra! La la la la life goes on... Beatles? They were kinda big..."

Any of the Three Locations
Attempting to time travel before the eyes of someone from thousands of years in the past Arthur: "Gage, if you think time-jumping in front of someone centuries before the invention of pockets is 'blending in,' you'd better reread your secret-agent handbook.

Attempting to change the Chameleon Disguise in front of someone Arthur: "Where's your modesty? You can't change your clothes in front of a stranger!"

Attempting to approach a person in the past without a disguise Arthur: "That's not how Halloween works, Gage. You have to put on a costume, THEN you go ask for candy."

Attempting to approach a person while using their own disguise Arthur: Can you imagine how that person would react if an exact mirror image walked up and said 'hi!'? Well, I guess you can... (referring to the events of Buried in Time) Anyway, most people will not handle this as well as you would."

Temporal Security Agency Headquarters
Arthur: impersonates a narrator "Meanwhile, back at the Batcave." Arthur: "Now I'm SURE you're the only employee here. You're like a night watchman named 'Paps' who comes around with a big ring of keys once in awhile to make sure all the shiny metal things still beep and look pretty." Arthur: "No one to see us off again. It's not like I'm asking for big goodbye party or anything, but a little appreciation would be nice. We're risking our necks here and- what? You got a 'Get Back Soon' card from Agent 3? Well, whoop-de-doo, Mr. Popular."

Null Time Pocket
Looking upon the constantly swirling lights in this place that is nowhere and no time Arthur: "Gage, help! We're trapped inside your screensaver!"

Arthur: "Gage, THIS is your colon...eat more bran!"

Arthur: "The whole space-time continuum concept is actually quite simple. You see Gage, space and time are just floating around in a big lava lamp."

Arthur: "If this place were a verb, it would be 'regurgitate'."

Ending
Agent 3: "Have you decided whether to accept the symbiatry's offer?" Gage: "No, I haven't. I told them I needed more time." Arthur has on the Chameleon jumpsuit and is impersonating an eighteenth century man Arthur: "Retirement's not your style, Gage! Besides- I think your ego would swell up too much if I had to call you 'Mr Ambassador to the Quo'Thalas, sir'" Agent 3: "Arthur?" Arthur: "Remember- Comissioner Jack wanted you at the ceremony early!" Gage: "Why did I agree to that?" Arthur: "Why? Beacause you saved the world again! All by yourself with absolutely no help from your friends!" Gage: "Alright, alright, point taken, I won't forget to mention you." Arthur: "Oh, thank you, kind sir. And when will this magnanimous mention occur? After dessert or during the cabride home?" Gage: "I Couldn't have done ANYTHING without you." Arthur: "Even though Genghis Kahn would make a big splash hit at our reception, I need to assume a more formal chameleon guise. Something macho. Gage, do we have time to jump back and meet Dick Clark?" Gage: "Who?" Arthur: "Never mind. He'll probably BE at the party."

Credits
Arthur: "Gage, your theme music is lovely but, uh, I think it's about time we played a little something for the kids? A one, a two, a two three four-" Begins synthesizing his own music and breaks into song "Arthur..." More synthesization "They called him Arthur!" More synthesization "He was an artificial intelligence that was cool!" More synthesization "Arthur!" More synthesization "They thought that his singing was annoying but he was no fool!" More synthesization "Artificial as soap!" "Artificial as rope!" "Artificial, artificial! He will find the love that is the one, for Arthur's...the lonely...one." Is pulled off screen by a hook "Arthur..."

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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (1999 onwards) is an ongoing comic book series by Alan Moore set in a world where all of the characters from every book, play, poem, television show and film ever created exist alongside each other. During the Victorian era, a group of misfits and monsters is assembled to stop an attack on the Great British Empire...

Volume 1, issue 1, Empire Dreams

 * Campion Bond: We live in troubled times, where fretful dreams settle upon the Empire's brow. If England's to survive them, then your work is vital. Be about it vigorously and without delay, for the shadows of the century grow long... and your chariot approaches.

 * Mina Murray: The French authorities believe the captain dead since the "mysterious island" affair fifteen years ago. It's better he remains aboard his ship.
 * Allan Quatermain: It's better he remains dead! Do you know who you're dealing with? That's Captain Nemo. Nemo the madman. Nemo the science-pirate...
 * Mina Murray: Preferable, surely, to Quatermain the opium-sot? I have, you may believe me, met with many deplorable specimens of humanity, but you...
 * Allan Quatermain: Madame, that's enough! I pray god that all Englishwomen are not now of your manly ilk.

Volume 1, issue 2, Ghosts & Miracles

 * Captain Nemo: This is insufferable! To play the manservant, like some low-caste punkah-wallah...
 * Allan Quatermain: You think I like playing that harpy's husband any better? We must suffer it as best we can and think of England.

 * Rosa Coote: Oh, that's Katy... our Miss Carr. She's a great believer in "the school of pain." Frankly, sometimes we don't know what she's going to do next!

 * Edward Hyde: A cure? You'll cure me, will you, like a wart on Jekyll's arse? Why you self-important little turd! Unfasten these confounded straps. I'll snap your neck in two!
 * Inspector Donovan: That would hardly be very wise of me, would it sir?

Volume 1, issue 3, Mysteries of the East

 * Allan Quatermain: Well, there they go. I must say, I'm not taken with that Griffin fellow. I don't trust her with him.
 * Henry Jekyll: I hadn't thought about him. To be honest, I've more pressing worries of my own... the thing is, I don't trust me with myself.

 * Hawley Griffin: God, what a squalid thing humanity can be! Would that they might all vanish and be made invisible instead of I.
 * Mina Murray: You clearly have a low opinion of humanity, sir. No doubt that is why you were so eager to become something entirely other.
 * Hawley Griffin: Aheheh. Not entirely other. I still have human wants. It's simply that my own desires are more... transparent.

 * Hawley Griffin: She thinks she's Sherlock Holmes, back from the dead!
 * Mina Murray: I think no such thing! Rather, it is you men who, typically, are not doing any thinking at all!

Volume 1, issue 4, Gods of Annihilation

 * Mina Murray: I can't say that I got a proper look at [Fu Manchu].
 * Allan Quatermain: Be glad. You'd only have bad dreams.
 * Mina Murray: Mr. Quatermain, you do not know me or my history very well. More to the point, you do not have the first idea about my dreams. Dreams that were merely bad, sir, would be a great relief to me.

 * Allan Quatermain: They'll spot me in an instant. I look like a damned pantomime character! I wish I still had my chainmail shirt...
 * Mina Murray: Mr. Quatermain, you are far too scarred and hideous to quibble about fashion.

 * Edward Hyde: I can kill the little bastards as quick as they come at me...
 * Mina Murray: No, Hyde, you can't. There are hundreds of them and if we do not think of something quickly, they will kill us all.
 * Hawley Griffin: Aheh. All of us that they can see, anyway.
 * Allan Quatermain: Griffin, if it came to it, I'd bloody well kill you myself!
 * Hawley Griffin: Aheheh. Careful Quatermain. You won't see me coming, you know.

Volume 1, issue 5, "Some Deep, Organising Power..."

 * Prof. James Moriarty: Ah, what it is to be a man below so blue a sky.
 * Sherlock Holmes: Indeed. As closing acts go, I'll allow the scenery is more than adequate.
 * Prof. James Moriarty: Why, sir, it is Olympian! We tread the very borders of mythology!
 * Sherlock Holmes: I rather think you flatter both of us. There. I am done.
 * Prof. James Moriarty: Sham modesty. It ill becomes you. What is leaving alpenstock and a silver cigarette case on a lonely mountain pathway, if not playing to your legend?
 * Sherlock Holmes: It is a keepsake to a dear friend. Nothing more. I'm tired with all this talk, professor. So, then. To the death?
 * Prof. James Moriarty: Oh, yes. Yes, absolutely.

 * Prof. James Moriarty: Shadowboxing, Bond. We're all just shadowboxing.

 * Prof. James Moriarty: Am I, for example, a director of military intelligence posing as a criminal, or a criminal posing as a director of military intelligence? Or both?

 * Captain Nemo: Griffin, you madman! What's the meaning of this? What is the reason for this policeman's costume?
 * Hawley Griffin: I was cold. It's getting rather chilly out there, you know. Besides, I've heard that the ladies find the uniform quite irresistible. Don't you agree, Miss Murray?
 * Mina Murray: He's harmed someone. He's hurt a constable...
 * Hawley Griffin: "Oh heavens! He's harmed a poor policeman!" Well, forgive me. I'd rather thought we were a covert military unit, but it seems instead we are a knitting circle!

Volume 1, issue 6, The Day of Be-With-Us.

 * Prof. James Moriarty: Ah, Sergeant, does your soul thrill as mine does to these seas of cloud, to this god-like perspective? To this god-like power? Look at it down there. London. Just look at it. The Thames a marvellous piddle-stream of silver 'neath the August moon. Those huddled lights. Those countless tiny lives. The poor-but-honest folk of Spitalfields, of Hackney, Shoreditch, Wapping... Limehouse. Commence the pyro-explosive bombardment.

 * Mina Murray: P- Professor Moriarty. I have the greatest respect for you as a mathematician. I- I had hoped I might convince...
 * Prof. James Moriarty: Yes, yes, yes... Sergeant? Throw this smelly little lesbian over the side.

 * Griffin: Well, that solves the mystery of the Detective's disappearance: his brother ate him.

Volume 2, issue 1, Phases of Deimos

 * Lieut. Gullivar Jones: They're refugee ships! They're finally abandoning Mars after all these years!
 * John Carter: Oh god. Gullivar, it's an armada. Those photograph cubes. That egg. They know about us. They know where we come from. Earth... they're heading for Earth.

Volume 2, issue 2, People of Other Lands
[Upon being blasted by the Martian's heat ray]
 * Edward Hyde: YOU BASTARDS! YOU SKY WOG BASTARDS!! I'LL EAT YOU!!!

 [Upon seeing another Martian spaceship fall from the sky]
 * Mina Murray: I- is that...?
 * Allan Quatermain: Pound to a penny it's another cylinder. Looks like it's falling towards Woking or somewhere...
 * Edward Hyde: Hunh. Long way to come just to conquer Woking.

 * Mina Murray: I had thought it your custom to repel companionship?
 * Edward Hyde: Huhn. It's just the darkies, opium-sots and snickering lunatics that I can't stand. You're all right.
 * Mina Murray: I fear that you are somewhat harsh about our fellows, Mr. Hyde. What makes you think me any better?
 * Edward Hyde: Call me Edward. I don't know. Frankly, it confuses me. and makes me furious with you. Sometimes I think I should just rape and behead you. But a voice in me still fiercer than my own tells me if I did that, I must next take my life. It's puzzling. Perhaps it is that I would then have killed the only living thing that does not fear me. D'you think that's it?
 * Mina Murray: Y-you would be quite mistaken, sir. I fear you very much.
 * Edward Hyde: Perhaps. Perhaps you do. But not like all the others. I believe you do not hate me. I believe you have perhaps met someone worse than me. Would that be right?
 * Mina Murray: Yes.
 * Edward Hyde: I thought as much. Miss Murray, though I am a beast, do not think that I am stupid. I know that I am hideous and hateful. I am not loved, nor ever hope to be. Nor am I fool enough to think that what I feel for you is love. But in this world, alone, I do not hate you... and alone in this world, you do not hate me. I... I would be grateful if you left me now. Go quickly, woman. Go before I break your jaw.

 * Hawley Griffin: Aheheh. Good evening.
 * Invader: UUUUUUU...
 * Hawley Griffin: There, now. Don't get upset. I'm going to draw you a picture.

[Griffin draws five circles in the dirt, with a stick figure over the fourth circle and a circle with wavy lines over the fifth]
 * Hawley Griffin: There. Something even lumps of afterbirth like you should understand. See? There's the Sun, then Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars. Out of Earth come us chaps. Out of Mars come you chaps.

[Griffin draws a stick figure next to the stick figure already above the "Earth" circle]
 * Hawley Griffin: Now, here's me. I'm one of us chaps... [erases second stick figure] ... but you can't see me. Aheheh Now, here's what I think: You're going to give mankind a good dusting down. And you're going to win. Aheheh. With me so far? You're going to rule the Earth. Look! I've drawn a little afterbirth above the Earth, ruling it. You see? Just there... next to me. You're going to rule the Earth next to me.

Volume 2, issue 3, And the Dawn Comes Up Like Thunder

 * Captain Nemo: I must confess, I admire the British people's bravery. With horror at their doorstep, they seem unconcerned.
 * Allan Quatermain: Huh. Hardly unconcerned. More blinkered, I'd have said. Pretending everything's tickety-boo, Nemo. It's the great British pastime.

 * Editor's note: Lord love us! Can our nation's doughtiest defenders quell the influx of these queerly-behaved foreign devils who show no sign of attempting to adapt to our time-honoured English way of life, with cricket on the green and ladies bicycling to Evensong? Buy our next issue, lands, and let it be your proof of loyal citizenship! God save the Home Secretary!

Volume 2, issue 4, All Creatures Great and Small

 * Captain Nemo: Ishmael, if one of them approaches Blackfriar's bridge, try to put a round beneath its canopy. Failing that, collapse the bridge.
 * Ishmael: Aye aye, sir.
 * Edward Hyde: Collapse the bridge? With all those innocent lives? Ohhh, Nemo!
 * Captain Nemo: Do not mock me, horror. The Thames is London's moat now and whatever measures are necessary to contain our problem south of the river, those measures will be taken.
 * Edward Hyde: Huh. Goodbye South London, then.
 * Captain Nemo: Possibly. If we are fortunate, there are no more cannisters to come. Those creatures already here can only destroy so much. As for the population, hopefully they can escape in time. If not, it is hardly a major strategic loss. They are only...
 * Edward Hyde: Human?
 * Captain Nemo: English.

Volume 2, issue 5, Red in Tooth and Claw

 * Hawley Griffin: Oh please. Please don't kill me...
 * Edward Hyde: Don't worry, Griffin. I won't. Not for ages.

 * Hawley Griffin: Nhuhuhuhn. Please, Hyde, please...
 * Edward Hyde: Stop saying that! Stop saying "please", you treacherous little shit! You betrayed us all for a lot of slugs, didn't you?! DIDN'T YOU?!
 * Hawley Griffin: Aaa! Aa, God! Yes, yes, I betrayed you...
 * Edward Hyde: Yes. You did. But that's not why I'm cross. I'm cross because your treatment of Miss Murray was... uncivil. Get on the floor.

 * Editor's note: Oh, cripes! Can this beastly business possibly get any worse? To learn the admittedly predictable answer to this largely rhetorical question, do not fail to purchase our concluding number, unless, of course, you are a sissy, coward or girl.

Volume 2, issue 6, "You Should See Me Dance the Polka..."

 * Allan Quatermain: Bond, listen... what horde of monsters Moreau's creating...
 * Campion Bond: Ah. You met his playmates, did you? They're not important. Merely an eccentric hobby that we tolerate.
 * Mina Murray: W-we'd assumed they were his government project...
 * Campion Bond: Really? Why would we need subhuman brutes who've barely mastered English when we already have soldiers?

 * Campion Bond: Look, we just need to buy time until H-142 is delivered.
 * Mina Murray: Edward, I can't allow this. You'll be killed.
 * Edward Hyde: Yes, I suppose I shall. And end up looking rather noble, when all I really want to do is slaughter something, eh? Miss Murray, before I go, would you allow me the honour of a kiss?
 * Allan Quatermain: Mina...
 * Mina Murray: Oh, Edward. O-of course. Of course I would.
 * Edward Hyde: Ah. Ah, God. Thank you. Thank you.
 * [he kisses her]
 * Mina Murray: E-Edward, I...
 * Edward Hyde: No, No, please. One other thing, then I'll ask nothing more. Would you allow me to touch your breast?
 * Mina Murray: Oh, God. Oh, God... Edward, you... you must promise not to hurt me.
 * Edward Hyde: Of course. I shall never hurt you. Never.

[he lightly touches her breast]
 * Edward Hyde: Oh, it's thundering so fast... so very fast. I was right, then, about this world. Always I knew that Heaven would be the cruelest of places. Farewell, my perfect Mina.

 [Hyde has seized the leg of one of the tripods]
 * Edward Hyde: Huhuhn. Yes, that's right. Shoot me again, you little shit, without blowing your own foot off. Huhur. You're in trouble now, aren't you? I mean... Urrngh... I'm no engineer, and correct me if I'm mistaken, but... HRRUNNGH! (bends the tripod's leg) ... but don't you seem to have rather a design flaw in these three-legged things? Now, don't get me wrong: God created a lot of useless, stupid-looking creatures on this world, too but He didn't... NURRRGHH! (rams the leg of the tripod) ... He didn't see fit to make any of them three-legged. Why was that, do you think?

(The tripod topples over)

The first collected volume

 * Editor's note: Greetings, children of vanquished and colonised nations the world o'er. Welcome to this Christmas compendium edition of our exciting picture-periodical for boys and girls. And let us bid a special welcome to those poorer children who, in four or five years' time, will be gratefully reading these words in a creased and dog-eared copy of this very publication, its dust jacket torn and several pages from the second chapter stuck together, that has been donated to their orphanage or borstal by local Rotarians.

The Black Dossier

 * Orlando: Embroiled in slave rebellion, I escaped crucifixion simply by declaring 'I am Vito', everyone else apparently being called 'Spartacus'.

 * Orlando: Now in 1943. My tale is almost over, while outside the air-raid continues. I know that Allan and Mina are alive somewhere, and expect that I shall see them, sooner or later. As for myself, I was three thousand two hundred and three years old last week, and I endure. I saw London founded, hewn with Trojan blades, and now see it flatted with German incendiary devices.

 * I've witnessed cities beaten to their knees, fought all our pointless little wars, seen millions slaughtered, peerless cultures smudged by history's thumb, and, all things considered, wouldn't change a moment. I was Bio, I was Vita, and where human life went, there was I. It was a great adventure, and I am proud to have been a man; to have been a woman. To have been Orlando.

Part One: What Keeps Mankind Alive?

 * [Janni has just had an argument with her ailing father, Captain Nemo]
 * Ishmael: I'd never have brought you up here if I'd known the captain would upset you...
 * Janni: He's not a captain! When was he in any country's navy? He's a prince who plays with boats!

 * MacHeath: Far away in foreign climes, dear... I have roamed for twenty years... Though they've thought me dead at times, dear... Few have shed me any tears...

 * Suki: And the ship... The Black Raider... With Hell for a cargo... Comes in from the sea...

Part Two: Paint It Black

 * [After Mina seduces Julia for information about Oliver Haddo]
 * Allan: Mina? Are you all right?
 * Mina: Of course I'm alright. Why shouldn't I be?
 * Allan: Well, we... we heard that other girl screaming. D-did you torture her for the information?
 * Mina: Oh... yes. Yes. I can be quite ruthless when I have to be.

 * Terner: Well, howdy there. Please pull up a chair, and don't leave me sittin' here alone. Mark me well, 'cuz I'm old as Hell. I'm the serpent coiled beneath the throne. I had a spree in gay Paree back when Robespierre was in town, And I subdued my hilarity when the heads came rolling down. Won't you please me? Won't you take a chance? Though it ain't easy, it's the way I like to dance. :I can recall watching Babel fall, an' I witnessed the decline of Rome. :Saw Samson shorn in no time at all, loaned Delilah my shears an' comb. My laughter grew with each child you slew, and I scorned each victim's cries. Wherever man's been, I've been too. I'm your friend who never dies. Come on and please me! Come on and take that chance! No, it ain't easy, but it's how I like to dance! While Dachau choked, and Nagasaki smoked, oh, how I joked! What fun I poked! And every cause and every fight, whether wrong or right, filled me with delight. I've met with popes and inquisitors from the Holy Roman See. Imams and priests have been my visitors, they're awwl workin' for me! Just try to please me! Just try to take a chance! Though it ain't easy, it's the way I'll make you dance! So where a tyrant learns humanity, or a victim learns to victimize, There you'll find me, I'm Mestopholes, in my most up-to-date disguise. So when you talk to me, speak courteously, no matter what my latest role. 'Cuz I'll be with you for eternity. I'm the one who owns your soul. Oh yeah, you please me, and you ain't got a chance. You can't appease me 'less you join me in my dance!

Part Three: Let It Come Down

 * M: Well, you're not the woman I was expecting. I thought you'd be Miss Murray. Or her daughter. Or her... What, great-granddaughter?
 * Orlando: You still remember us, then. I'm Orlando, by the way.
 * M: Orlando? Really? So you're the... [looks through files] Let me see, what was it? Oh, yes... You're the "Delusional Queer", last seen in 1945. You see? We still remember you... Or at least I do.
 * Orlando: What do you mean?
 * M: I mean that I met Miss Murray... Or her daughter... In 1958, when I was much younger and prettier. Back then, I thought her a traitor. I even thought she'd murdered my beloved Uncle Hugo. Then, recently, a disenchanted CIA operative named Westen contacted us. He revealed that America had used a British agent to assassinate my father, Sir John Night... The same agent who'd partnered me against Miss Murray. I realised he'd probably killed my Godfather, too. Privately, I began to reevaluate Miss Murray and your "League".
 * Orlando: What happened to the agent?
 * M: Oh, you know: Cirrhosis. Emphysema. Syphilis. He's ninety-something and in agony, but we're keeping him alive. It's the least I can do. Unfortunately, he'd somehow become a national institution. We've employed increasingly younger stand-ins, keeping the propaganda myth going, like J3 and J6, for example. So, though your group absconded after World War II, I personally regard you neutrally... But you didn't know that. Why risk coming here?
 * Orlando: Good point. I suppose I must be pretty fucking desperate, aren't I? You see, the world's ending. You have to help me find Mina. She vanished in 1969, and...
 * M: Wait a minute. You say the world's ending. Do you mean Prince Dakkar and the business in Kashmir?
 * Orlando: [confused] Prince...? [realises] Oh... You mean little Jack Nemo. No, not him. I knew his grandmother. This is a traditional apocalypse. Oliver Haddo engineered an Antichrist...
 * M: [thinks for a moment] Hmm... UNIT and our Cardiff enterprise are apparently anticipating a major occult event. All right... Let's assume you're who you say you are. Let's assume you're the legandary Orlando. That raises a lot of interesting questions. Would you like to follow me?

 * Dr. Coote: You see, our main problem is that we've apparently admitted two Mina Murrays.
 * Orlando: Two? But that's...
 * Dr Coote: Yes, well, obviously, there's some sort of mix-up. Back when my mother and grandmother ran this place, the records show a Wilhelmina Murray being taken in. Delusional, according to her notes.
 * Orlando: How do you mean? Well, she was in her early twenties, yet claimed to have been born during the 1860s. Evidently, she imagined lots of things. Vampires, Martians invisible men... That was in 1969.
 * Orlando: [horrified] 1969? Oh god. Oh god, that was forty years ago. You mean...?
 * Dr. Coote: [oblivious] Well, clearly she's not the same woman as the Wilhelmina Murray we're currently holding, who's also in her twenties. I can only think that the files were swapped or lost during the uproar before I took over. Th-there was an unfounded sexual scandal that was terribly disruptive. Possibly the error happened then.
 * Orlando: [numbly] All that time...
 * Dr. Coote: Yes. I imagine that the first Miss Murray was discharged or died, and that her files were attributed to your sister... But then there are those awful scars on both women's necks. It's all very puzzling.

 * [Mina and Orlando find the ruins of the "Invisible College"]
 * Orlando: Shit. This is the worst yet. He must have calmed down by the time he reached King's Cross.
 * Mina: That's a frightening thought.
 * Orlando: Yeah. [they climb through the front doorway] I should have brought my sword...
 * Mina: I- I don't know. I think this happened some years ago. Look at the moss growing everywhere.
 * Orlando: Hmm... So why hasn't the Antichrist ended the world yet?
 * Mina: P-perhaps he didn't want to be the Antichrist. Perhaps this was his reaction.
 * [They step into a hall of broken stairways, littered with corpses]
 * Orlando: Yeah. Yeah, you could be right. I don't suppose anybody wants to be the Antichrist, do they?
 * Mina: I suppose not. [inspects the broken staircases] This architecture must have moved about, once...
 * Orlando: And these people... Mina, this is like one of those American High School massacres...
 * [Flashback]
 * [The College is shown under attack as an unseen boy kills a blond-haired boy in front of a redhead boy and a brunette girl]
 * Redhead Boy: [frightened] Please. Please don't. W-We're your friends...
 * Brunette Girl: [crying] I want my mum. I want my mum. I want...
 * [Present]
 * Mina: [shocked] Th-there have been massacres in schools?
 * Orlando: Oh... Sorry. I forgot. You've been in hospital... Yeah, there's been a few. Shootings, though - not magic.
 * [Flashback]
 * Angry Teacher: [to the boy] ...on then! Go on then, you little shit! You've always been a little shit! You...
 * [Present]
 * Mina: Then maybe this magical landscape mirrors the real world. Perhaps that's why it's so awful.
 * Orlando: [sadly] Yes. And it was meant to be so marvellous...
 * [Flashback]
 * [The boy holds his wand to the temple of an elderly woman]]
 * Older Female Teacher: ...No. Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no...
 * [Present]
 * Orlando: Of course, it could be the other way round, couldn't it? If our magical landscape, our art and fairytales and fictions... If that goes bad, maybe the material world follows suit. I don't know. I- I'm not sure what I'm trying to say...
 * Mina: [gazes in horror at a bisected corpse] Oh, god. Look at this poor man. He's in two halves. I- I expect he was a caretaker or something...
 * [Flashback]
 * Elderly Teacher: [held at wandpoint] ...right! All right, I- I admit it. A-all the exploits were arranged, to hide what we were preparing you for. H-he compelled us! Please, I...
 * [Present]
 * Orlando: [staring at the remains of the Records Office] Hmm... Well, it looks like he certainly gave this place a good seeing to.
 * Mina: Yes, it does.

 * [During the fight with the Antichrist, a woman with a carpet bag and a parrot umbrella floats down from the sky]
 * Orlando: Oh christ. This is bad. This is really bad...
 * The Antichrist: Wh-Who the fuck are you?
 * God: Oh, I think you know. I have a great many responsibilities. Foremost, however, is my concern for children. I am concerned regarding their wellbeing, and the healthy development of their imaginations. I am concerned regarding their behaviour... And I'm afraid, young man, that I don't care for you at all.
 * The Antichrist: [enraged] That is, like, totally disrespecting me, yeah? I mean, you know that I'm, like, the Antichrist and everything? I'm well famous, actually! I'm in a book of the Bible!
 * God: Tsk. Just the one book? I'm on every page. Who did you think you were talking to?
 * [The Antichrist stares at her for a moment, then breaths fire]

 * [The flames disperse, and the woman is shown unscathed]
 * God: That's quite enough of that. [puts out the flames on her coat and her hat] I rocked the fretful baby gods to sleep before time started. And I am companion to the woman who paste up the stars. The quarters of the world are bound unto my compass. I have taken tea with earthquakes. I know what the bee knows... And you really are a dreadful little boy.
 * The Antichrist: Um... Look, I'm... I'm sorry, okay? I...I didn't know who you were. I-I didn't mean to...
 * [He is turned into a chalk drawing]
 * God: Hmph. Splish splash.
 * [Lightning flashes, and it rains, washing away the drawing]

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Roman Vishniac

Roman Vishniac (August 19, 1897 – January 22, 1990) was a renowned Russian-American photographer of poor Jews in Eastern European ghettos in the 1930s.

Quotes

 * These are the faces of children I embraced and kissed and loved. I cannot imagine that they are dead, that none would survive... A million and a half children among the six million... But this I knew... I wanted to save their faces, not their ashes.
 * Mitgang, Herbert (Oct. 2, 1983). Testament to a Lost People. New York Times Magazine. pg 47.

 * I read the first edition of 'Mein Kampf' when it came out in 1923 and even then I knew Hitler meant what he said. I knew the history of anti-Semitism going back for centuries, and I knew all about pogroms in Russia and Eastern Europe. When I grew up and whent to school in Moscow, I experienced anti-Semitism and the restrictions on where Jews could live and work. Hitler systemized anti-Semitism. Pogroms are my business... Oh yes, I could be a professor of anti-Semitism.
 * Testament to a Lost People

 * Even before the concentration camps, I felt it was my duty to my ancestors to preserve a world which might cease to exist.
 * Testament to a Lost People

 * Concentration camp money... It was a German sadism that invented it. Can you do anything with it? Yes, you can cry.
 * Testament to a Lost People

 * The Jews of the shtetls that Tolstoy remembered were saints... the people I photographed were saints. So now, in 1983, I tell the world: When you learn about Goethe, don't forget to study the Holocaust, too.
 * Testament to a Lost People

 * ...can you call a farm with a dozen geese a farm? Still, it was a little better for the Jews in Czechoslovakia. There were only two pogroms there. What's two pogroms?
 * Testament to a Lost People
 * Nature, God, or whatever you want to call the creator of the universe comes through the microscope clearly and strongly
 * ICP Library of Photographers. Roman Vishniac. Grossman Publishers, New York. 1974. pg 42.

 * The purpose of photography is the transmission of a visualized sector of life through the medium of the camera into a mental process that starts with the photographer's thinking about the subject he photographs and is continued in the mind of the spectator.
 * Deschin, Jacob. "Nature as it is". New York Times (1857-Current file); Feb 3, 1952; Proquest Historical Newspapers The New York Times (1851 - 2002) pg. X14

 * You can't teach biology with a bottle containing dead animals and organisms.
 * Shepard, Richard F. "Roman Vishniac, 92, a Biologist And Photographer of Jews, Dies". New York Times (1859-Current file); Jan 23, 1990; ProQuest Historical Newspapers The New York Times (1951 - 2002) pg. D23.

New York Times Magazine

 * [The Jews who roamed through Moscow looking for work] had a special kind of face ... a special kind of whisper and a special kind of footstep ... They were like hunted animals.

 * My friends assured me that Hitler’s talk was sheer bombast,” Vishniac said in 1955. “But I replied that he would not hesitate to exterminate those people when he got around to it. And who was there to defend them? I knew I could be of little help, but I decided that, as a Jew, it was my duty to my ancestors, who grew up among the very people who were being threatened, to preserve — in pictures, at least — a world that might soon cease to exist.

About Vishniac

 * Vishniac came back from his trips... with a collection of photographs that has become an important historical document, for it gives us a last minute look at the human beings he photographed just before the fury of the Nazi brutality exterminated them. Vishniac took with him on this self-imposed assignment... a rare depth of understanding and a native son's warmth and love for his people. ~ Edward Steichen, ex-director of photography at the Museum of Modern Art, in the 1950s.
 * Testament to a Lost People

 * [his scientific accomplishments] were overshadowed by the photographs he took of Jews in prewar Eastern Europe and in Nazi Berlin. -- Shepard, Richard
 * "Roman Vishniac, 92, a Biologist And Photographer of Jews, Dies"

 * Those images have proved to be an extraordinary record, made with forebodings of misfortune, that bring alive the flavor of the shtetl, of a Jewish peasant tending geese in the Carpathian Mountains, of tumbledown shacks in the Jewish quarter of Lublin, Poland, of Jewish patriarchs, in long caftans and wearing the furry hat called a shtreimel, trudging through the snow. -- Shepard, Richard
 * "Roman Vishniac, 92, a Biologist And Photographer of Jews, Dies"

 * I met him in 1966, and discovered how undiscovered he was. -- Cornell Capa
 * "Roman Vishniac, 92, a Biologist And Photographer of Jews, Dies"

 * [His photography was a] guiding force for visual interpretation [of Schindler's List].

New York Times Magazine

 * [Roman Vishniac is] the official mortuary photographer of Eastern European Jewry. -- Leon Wieseltier, editor of The New Republic

 * “No one who hasn’t tried it can comprehend the careful planning, the diabolical perseverance and the incredible skill it takes to obtain the [photomicroscopic] results he gets,” the magazine quoted Philippe Halsman, former president of the American Society of Magazine Photographers, as saying of Vishniac. “The man is a special kind of genius.”

 * In addition to his charisma and obvious talents, he was also known to possess what Howard Greenberg, Vishniac’s longtime gallerist, identified as “one of the bigger egos on the planet.”

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The Dreamers (film)

The Dreamers is a 2003 film about a young American male studying in Paris in 1968. He becomes friends with a French brother and sister who love the cinema, as does he. The three friends develop a very strong relationship that is set against the background of the 1968 Paris student riots.
 * Directed by Bernardo Bertolucci. Written by Gilbert Adair.

Isabelle

 * I entered this world on the Champs-Elysees, 1959. La trottoir du Champs Elysees. And do you know what my very first words were? New York Herald Tribune! New York Herald Tribune!
 * Other people's parents are always nicer than our own, and yet for some reason, our grandparents are always nicer than other people's.
 * My parents fucked once in their lives. That's why we're twins, they didn't want to make it twice.
 * There's no such thing as love. There are only proofs of love.

Matthew

 * The first time I saw a movie at the cinématèque française I thought, "Only the French... only the French would house a cinema inside a palace."
 * I was one of the insatiables. The ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist's cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us... from the world.
 * I don't believe in God, but if I did, he would be a black, left-handed guitarist.
 * As we walked, we talked and talked and talked about politics, about movies, and about why the French could never come close to producing a good rock band.
 * I think you prefer when the word "together" means not "a million," but just two.
 * I could hear my heart pounding. I don't know if it was because I'd just been chased by the police or because I was already in love with my new friends.

Théo

 * [Reading]. A revolution isn't a gala dinner. It cannot be created like a book, a drawing or a tapestry. It cannot unfold with such elegance, tranquility and delicacy. Or such sweetness, affability. Courtesy, restraint and generosity. A revolution is an uprising, a violent act by which one class overthrows another.

Others

 * Isabelle, Théo: We accept you, one of us! One of us!
 * Isabelle: We do love you very much!
 * Matthew: I don't want to be loved very much, I just want to be loved.
 * Matthew: Has he never been inside of you?
 * Isabelle: He's always inside of me.
 * Father: Listen to me, Théo. Before you can change the world you must realize that you, yourself, are part of it. You can't stand outside looking in.
 * Father: Poets don't sign petitions. They sign poems.
 * Théo: A petition is a poem.
 * Father: Yes! And a poem is a petition...
 * Théo: A petition is a poem, a poem is a petition. Those are the most famous lines you ever wrote. And now look at you.
 * Matthew: I thought you had many lovers. I mean when I saw you for the first time, at the Cinématheque, you and Theo, you looked so cool, so sophisticated. Like a movie star.
 * Isabelle: I was. I was acting, Matthew.
 * Isabelle: Théo, Théo. Wake up.
 * Théo: What is it?
 * Isabelle: I want you to listen.
 * Théo: Why?
 * Isabelle: Because. Théo?
 * Théo: Mm?
 * Isabelle: I love you. You know that?
 * Théo: I love you too.
 * Isabelle: You love me too? That's funny. Are you listening? It's forever, right?
 * Théo: What's forever?
 * Isabelle: The two of us. Right?
 * Théo: Yes. Why did Matthew say that?
 * Isabelle: What did Matthew say?
 * Théo: That we're monsters, freaks.
 * Isabelle: I just want you to tell me that it's forever. It's forever.

Cast

 * Michael Pitt - Matthew
 * Eva Green - Isabelle
 * Louis Garrel - Théo
 * Anna Chancellor - Mother
 * Robin Renucci - Father
 * Jean-Pierre Kalfon - Himself
 * Jean-Pierre Leaud - Himself
 * Florian Cadiou - Patrick
 * Pierre Hancisse - First buff
 * Valentin Merlet - Second buff
 * Lola Peploe - The Usherette
 * Ingy Fillion - Théo's girlfriend
 * Aleksandra Kacprzak (uncredited) - Student May 1968
 * Jean-Paul Belmondo (uncredited, archive footage) - Himself
 * Henri Langlois (uncredited, archive footage) - Himself
 * François Truffaut (uncredited, archive footage) - Himself

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The Police

The Police were an English rock music group formed in London in 1977. For the majority of their history, the band consisted of Sting (lead vocals, bass), Andy Summers (guitar) and Stewart Copeland (drums). The Police became globally popular in the late 1970s and are generally regarded as one of the first new wave groups to achieve mainstream success, playing a style of rock that was influenced by punk, reggae, and jazz.
 * See also: Sting (musician)

Song lyrics
All songs written and composed by Sting except where noted.

Outlandos d'Amour (1978)

 * I sold my house I sold my motor, too. All I want is to be next to you. I'd rob a bank Maybe steal a plane. You took me over, Think I'm goin' insane.
 * Next to You

 * Now no one's knocked upon my door For a thousand years or more. All made up and nowhere to go; Welcome to this one man show. Just take a seat they're always free, No surprise no mystery. In this theatre that I call my soul, I always play the starring role.
 * So Lonely

 * Roxanne, You don't have to put on the red light. Those days are over, You don't have to sell your body to the night. Roxanne, You don't have to wear that dress tonight. Walk the streets for money, You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right.
 * Roxanne

 * I've called you so many times today, And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say. That you don't ever want to see me again, And your brother's going to kill me and he's six feet ten. I guess you'd call it cowardice, But I'm not prepared to go on like this. I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing. I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing. I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing. I can't stand losing you...
 * Can't Stand Losing You

 * I guess this is our last goodbye, And you don't care so I won't cry. But you'll be sorry when I'm dead, And all this guilt will be on your head. I guess you'd call it suicide, But I'm too full to swallow my pride.
 * Can't Stand Losing You

Reggatta de Blanc (1979)

 * Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw: A hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore. Seems I'm not alone at being alone A hundred billion castaways, looking for a home.
 * Message in a Bottle

 * Some may say, I'm wishing my days away. No way, and if it's the price I pay Some say, tomorrow's another day. You stay, I may as well play.
 * Walking on the Moon

 * Bed's too big without you. Cold wind blows right through my open door. I can't sleep with your memory, Dreaming dreams of what used to be.
 * The Bed's Too Big Without You

Zenyatta Mondatta (1980)

 * Young teacher, the subject Of schoolgirl fantasy. She wants him so badly, Knows what she wants to be. Inside her there's longing, This girl's an open page. Book marking - she's so close now, This girl is half his age.
 * Don't Stand So Close to Me

 * It's no use, he sees her; He starts to shake and cough. Just like the old man in That book by Nabakov.
 * Don't Stand So Close to Me

 * How can you say that you're not responsible? What does it have to do with me? What is my reaction, what should it be? Confronted by this latest atrocity.
 * Driven To Tears

 * Turn on the radio, the static hurts my ears. Tell me, where would I go? I ain't been out in years. Turn on the stereo, it's played for years and years: An Otis Redding song, it's all I own.
 * When the World Is Running Down, You Make the Best of What's Still Around

 * Don't think me unkind, Words are hard to find. They're only cheques I've left unsigned From the banks of chaos in my mind. And when their eloquence escapes me, Their logic ties me up and rapes me.
 * De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da

 * Poets, priests and politicians Have words to thank for their positions. Words that scream for your submission And no one's jamming their transmission. 'Cos when their eloquence escapes you, Their logic ties you up and rapes you.
 * De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da

Ghost in the Machine (1981)

 * There is no political solution To our troubled evolution. Have no faith in constitution, There is no bloody revolution. We are spirits in the material world.
 * Spirits in the Material World

 * I resolved to call her up a thousand times a day And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way. But my silent fears have gripped me Long before I reach the phone, Long before tongue has tripped me, Must I always be alone? Every little thing she does is magic; Everything she do just turns me on. Even though my life before was tragic, Now I know my love for her goes on.
 * Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

 * There has to be an invisible sun. It gives its heat to everyone. There has to be an invisible sun. That gives us hope when the whole day's done.
 * Invisible Sun

 * You come to me like a moth to the flame. It's love you need but I don't play that game. 'Cause you could be my greatest fan, But I'm nobody's friend, I'm a demolition man.
 * Demolition Man

 * You will see light in the darkness; You will make some sense of this. When you've made your secret journey, You will find this love you miss.
 * Secret Journey

Synchronicity (1983)

 * Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration, But we know all her suicides are fake. Daddy only stares into the distance, There's only so much heartache he can take. Many miles away, Something crawls from the slime At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
 * Synchronicity II

 * Another working day has ended, Only the rush hour hell to face. Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes, Contestants in a suicidal race. Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance. He knows that something somewhere has to break. He sees the family home now looming in his headlights, The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.
 * Synchronicity II

 * Every breath you take; Every move you make; Every bond you break; Every step you take, I'll be watching you.
 * Every Breath You Take

 * Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace. I dream at night I can only see your face. I look around but it's you I can't replace. I feel so cold and I long for your embrace. I keep crying baby, baby please. Oh can't you see You belong to me? How my poor heart aches With every step you take.
 * Every Breath You Take

 * There's a little black spot on the sun today; It's the same old thing as yesterday. There's a black hat caught in a high tree top; There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop. I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain. I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign, But it's my destiny to be the king of pain.
 * King of Pain

 * You consider me the young apprentice Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis. Hypnotized by you if I should linger, Staring at the ring around your finger. I have only come here seeking knowledge, Things they wouldn't teach me of in college. I can see the destiny you sold Turned into a shining band of gold. I'll be wrapped around your finger. I'll be wrapped around your finger.
 * Wrapped Around Your Finger

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