#quaker

I was a catastrophe at Science and Games, but the good thing about Quaker schools is that they encourage you in those subjects for which you show an aptitude. ↗

— Richard Rodney Bennett

#aptitude #catastrophe #encourage #games #good

However, ironically, I was baptized Presbyterian, and went to a Quaker school for twelve years. ↗

— Brian De Palma

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My luck is getting worse and worse. Last night, for instance, I was mugged by a quaker. ↗

— Woody Allen

#i #instance #last #last night #luck

On landing at New York I caught the yellow fever. The kind man who commanded the ship that brought me from France took charge of me and placed me under the care of two Quaker ladies. To their skillful and untiring care I may safely say I owe my life. ↗

— John James Audubon

#care #caught #charge #commanded #fever

Our Quakers love us. we're big with the Quakers. It's all about cleanliness. ↗

— Kyan Douglas

#big #cleanliness #love #our #quakers

I literally fell among Quakers when I went up to Oxford. ↗

— Lionel Blue

#fell #i #literally #oxford #quakers

Should slavery be abolished there, (and it is an event, which, from these circumstances, we may reasonably expect to be produced in time) let it be remembered, that the Quakers will have had the merit of its abolition. ↗

— Thomas Clarkson

#circumstances #event #expect #had #may

Like a wild animal, the soul is tough, resilient, resourceful, savvy, and self-sufficient: it knows how to survive in hard places. I learned about these qualities during my bouts with depression. In that deadly darkness, the faculties I had always depended on collapsed. My intellect was useless; my emotions were dead; my will was impotent; my ego was shattered. But from time to time, deep in the thickets of my inner wilderness, I could sense the presence of something that knew how to stay alive even when the rest of me wanted to die. That something was my tough and tenacious soul. ↗

— Parker J. Palmer

#quakers #soul #life

I was only beginning to enter into the infinite subtlety of Gregorian chant. It was - and remains - the only public prayer I have ever been able to engage in without feeling like a phony and a jackass. But then, one day in 1965 or so, it was simply abolished. With a stroke of his pen, Pope John XXIII - who had such good ideas about other things - declared that liturgy would henceforth be in the vernacular language of the people. That was, effectively, the end of Latin chant. Then all those monks and nuns who had devoted hours and hours a day began to sicken and fall into depressions, but nobody noticed for a long time. Maybe, as I can well believe, the music toned up their systems in some mysterious way. Or perhaps chant really was a language that God understood. Faced with numerous liturgical scholas shrieking away in the new vernacular hymns, Divinity may have covered its ears and withdrawn, leaving the monks to pine. We parish musicians, illiterate in anything written after the 13th century, stumbled around trying to score liturgies for guitar and bongo drums, trying to make sense of texts like "Eat his body! Drink his blood!" It wasn't because the music got so bad that I quit going to Mass, but it certainly was the beginning of my doubts about papal infallibility. ↗

— Mary Rose O'Reilley

#music #mysticism #quakers #spirituality #music

However, I spent most of my time in a Quaker school. ↗

— Brian De Palma

#i #most #my time #quaker #school