After the spiritual powers, there is no thing in the world more unconquerable than the spirit of nationality. The spirit of nationality in Ireland will persist even though the mightiest of material powers be its neighbor.
Recession is when a neighbor loses his job. Depression is when you lose yours.
We wanted to bring the political situation in Austria on stage. Naturally we could not do that without pointing to Austrian’s northern neighbor Germany.
To my wife, I’m not Herbie Hancock the musician. I’m her husband. When I’m talking to a neighbor, I’m a neighbor. When I vote, I’m a citizen.
Every two weeks, I’d get a small pay-check and notice the line where federal and state income taxes were deducted from my wages. At least as often, our drug-addict neighbor would buy T-bone steaks, which I was too poor to buy for myself but was forced by Uncle Sam to buy for someone else.
Practically everyone in Hollywood has a neighbor who’s been famous, wants to be famous, is famous, has been married to someone famous, worked with someone famous, slept with someone famous, been blackmailed by someone famous.
I used to dress up and impersonate our next-door neighbor, Miss Cox. She wore rubber boots, a wool hat, and her nose always dripped.
Bread for myself is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.
When you are dealing with a highly contagious airborne disease, if your neighbor is sick, you’re potentially imperiled. We’re as close in our humanity as a cough.
If you love your neighbor and are compassionate, are you automatically a Christian? Practicing present-moment awareness does not entail joining any religion or accepting any belief system.
Where ignorance is bliss it’s foolish to borrow your neighbor’s newspaper.
Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.
You’d like to think we’re past certain things, the way we treat people. I thought we were at a time where you love your neighbor as yourself. But as I’ve studied history – it hasn’t repeated itself necessarily, but it’s dressed a little different and is acting the same.
I’m sick of very white teeth and lots of gymnasium practice. I’m bored, you know, send in the next one. I wanted a real man that I could believe was my brother, my father, you know, my next-door neighbor – a real person.
I will govern my life and thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one and read the other, for what does it signify to make anything a secret to my neighbor, when to God, who is the searcher of our hearts, all our privacies are open?
I always disliked that anytime you had gays represented in – and there were some exceptions, certainly – but represented in popular fiction, they were usually the goofy neighbor next door, you know? And I just thought, ‘Well, I know a lot of gay people, and they’re just as varied as the heterosexual people I know.’
A bad neighbor is as great a calamity as a good one is a great advantage.
It’s a recession when your neighbor loses his job; it’s a depression when you lose yours.
On the question of relating to our fellowman – our neighbor’s spiritual need transcends every commandment. Everything else we do is a means to an end. But love is an end already, since God is love.
