[after Rocco shoots three men in a coffee shop] Murphy: Liberating, isn't it? Connor: Let's fuckin' go! Rocco: You know, it is a bit.
Il Duce: Whosoever shed man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed. For in the image of God made He man.
[after Rocco gets his finger shot off] Rocco: Feels like it's still there. Connor: Yeah, well it's not.
Detective Duffy: This was their target, the fag-man. Paul Smecker: The what-man? [awkward pause] Detective Duffy: The fat man. Paul Smecker: Well. Freud was right.
[to a woman in the court room before they kill Yakavetta] Il Duce: You must watch, dear. It'll all be over soon.
By 1967, J. Edgar Hoover had concluded that the Black Panther Party had replaced the Communist Party as the gravest threat to national security.
We had at our disposal the first operational jet, which superseded by at least 150 knots the fastest American and English fighters. This was a unique situation.
It was a presidential election year, and as a member of a consortium of Ivy League radio stations, we participated in 'network' coverage of election night.
Canon law itself says for one case of guilt, a priest can be dismissed from the clerical state. One.
I personally believe, as church law sets out, that sanctions are an absolute last resort, particularly penal sanctions of depriving people of the sacraments.
Except the Christ be born again tonight In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame, The world will never see his kingdom bright.
Only a few have learned to savor the significance of solitude. Those who can glory in being alone on occasion are the saint or poet or explorer.
Tennyson seems to be the patron saint of the wishy washies, which is perhaps why I admire him so much, not only as a poet, but as a man.
I can't get very far away from Christianity, I can't get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work them in always, in some way.
It's very, very corrupting to the spirit, doing comedy. And you have to be almost a saint, like Jack Benny was, like Steve Martin is, to avoid the corrupting of it, because there's very little work where the actual work and the reward are simultaneou...
The first lesson is that you can't lose a war if you have command of the air, and you can't win a war if you haven't.
She says, "I'll swear by the rose tattooed on my ass, that old man raped me." Here, the funeral parade stops. At this point, Comrade Snarky is a victim among victims. The rest of us — just her supporting cast. Mrs. Clark, leading us, she looks back...
Since both the departed saints and we ourselves are in Christ, we share with them in the 'communion of saints.' They are still our brothers and sisters in Christ. When we celebrate the Eucharist they are there with us, along with the angels and archa...
They had gathered at Eastcheap to wait. At this time of day, the marketplace ought to have been thronged with people looking for bargains, moving from stall to stall, examining the fresh fish, choosing the plumpest hens, buying candles and pepper and...
Kikuchiyo: What do you think of farmers? You think they're saints? Hah! They're foxy beasts! They say, "We've got no rice, we've no wheat. We've got nothing!" But they have! They have everything! Dig under the floors! Or search the barns! You'll find...
There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints. Victorious historians rule where good or evil lies.
