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Since the Exodus, freedom has always spoken with a Hebrew accent.
— Heinrich Heine
The German is like the slave who, without chains, obeys his masters merest word, his very glance. The condition of servitude is inherent in him, in his very soul and worse than the physical is the spiritual slavery. The Germans must be set free from wit
— Heinrich Heine
As long as we continue to live as if we are what we do, what we have, and what other people think about us, we will remain filled with judgments, opinions, evaluations, and condemnations. We will remain addicted to putting people and things in their "right" place.
— Henri Nouwen
Dear God, I am so afraid to open my clenched fists! Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to? Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands? Please help me to gradually open my hands and to discover that I am not what I own, but what you want to give me.
— Henri Nouwen
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured or far away.
— Henry David Thoreau
There are three persons living in each of us: the one we think we are, the one other people think we are, and the one God knows we are.
— Leonard Ravenhill
At the table, where food and stories are passed from one person to another and one generation to another, is where each of us learns who we are, where we come from, what we can be, to whom we belong, and to what we are called.
— Leonard Sweet
To come to the table is to learn to be our real selves—not some construct conceived by someone else, but who God made us to be.
— Leonard Sweet
Never let someone else's opinion of you become your reality.
— Les Brown
You're nothing but a pack of cards!
— Lewis Carroll
Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing—turn out your toes when you walk—and remember who you are!
— Lewis Carroll
But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.
— Lewis Carroll