Quotes About Community

Maybe some find that so, but Joseph Sobran better expresses my feelings: "It can be exalting to belong to a church that is five hundred years behind the times and sublimely indifferent to fashion; it is mortifying to belong to a church that is five minutes behind the times, huffing and puffing to catch up."1

The things that are wrong with the country today are the sum total of all the things that are wrong with us as individuals.

Yes, I am positive that one of the great curatives of our evils, our maladies, social, moral, and intellectual, would be a return to the soil, a rehabilitation of the work of the fields.

We've built a society that values civil liberties even at the expense of social order.

Enter to grow in wisdom.Depart to serve better thy country and thy kind.

No mind was so good that it did not need another mind to counter and equal it, and to save it from conceit and blindness and bigotry and folly.

And you think: no. It won't be somewhere else. It will be here, again, in Chinatown, next year, same place. To be yellow in America. A special guest star, forever the guest.

Seuls deux types de personnes vivent dans la métropole : les super-héros ratés et les vieux messieurs qui vivent dans l'appartement du dessus.

Open a window in the SRO on a summer night and you can hear at least five dialects being spoken, the voices bouncing up and down the central interior courtyard, the courtyard in reality just a vertical column of interior-facing windows,

What we don't need in country music is divisiveness, public criticism of each other, and some arbitrary judgement of what belongs and what doesn't.

One of the benefits of aligning yourself with an indistinct cluster of people is that claiming to feel their pain is often enough.

There must be millions of people all over the world who never get any love letters... I could be their leader.

Music's not like becoming a doctor, who can walk into a community and find people who need him.

The building is a special place because of its architecture, ... But it's people who make it special by participating in it.

We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery.

I don't think the real America is in New York or on the Pacific Coast; personally, I like the Middle West much better, places like North and South Dakota, Minneapolis and Saint Paul. There, I think, are the true Americans

One morning on the way to the studio, I stopped at a drugstore for something. There was this dingy little guy with tangled rat's-nest hair trying to buy a bottle of cheap wine but he was short a dime. Somebody in line behind him paid the ten cents for him, and he bellowed, "Thank you, brother, the revolution will be won on ripple.

Go ahead and laugh at Detroit. Because you are laughing at yourself.

The people in Detroit are poor, but most of them are good. There are things going on here beyond an ordinary person's control. These people are hungry and they have no job. No possibility of a job. They're stuck here.

I learned that when one of them dies, the Irish comes out of the rest of them whether they are Irish or not. A firefighter is Irish by culture even if he is a black man, and there were plenty of them here. The firehouse is one of the few places in Detroit that is integrated at all. The blacks run the department, but its soul will always be Irish.

Since its founding, Detroit has been a place of perpetual flames. Three times the city has suffered race riots and three times the city has burned to the ground. The city's flag acknowledges as much. Speramus Meliora; Resurget Cineribus: We hope for better things; it shall rise from the ashes.

The city belongs to the black man. The white man was a convenient target until there were no white men left in Detroit. What used to be black and white is now gray. Whites got the suburbs and everything else. The black machine's got the city and the black machine's at war with itself. The spoils go to the one who understands that.

An earthmover was there, but instead of placing a casket into the ground, it was taking one out. They're removing the dead. Taking him to the suburbs. White flight. Black flight. Now dead flight.

Where was the police? Where was anybody?