The devil led him to Jerusalem and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. "If you are the Son of God," he said, "throw yourself down from here. For it is written: 'He will command his angels concerning you to guard you carefully; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.'"
Jesus answered, "It is said: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'"
Jesus answered, "It is said: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'"
— Luke 4:9-12, The Bible (New International Version)
Maj. Samantha Carter: P4X-884 looks like an untouched paradise, Sir.
Teal'c: Appearances may be deceiving.
Col. Jack O'Neill: One man's ceiling is another man's floor.
Daniel Jackson: A fool’s paradise is a wise man’s hell.
Jack: Never run with ... scissors?
Teal'c: Appearances may be deceiving.
Col. Jack O'Neill: One man's ceiling is another man's floor.
Daniel Jackson: A fool’s paradise is a wise man’s hell.
Jack: Never run with ... scissors?
(a bit later, after Gen. Hammond gets the team back on-topic)
Jack: Mmmm, mineral survey. My favorite.
Hammond: Colonel.
Jack: I know, General. It’s all fun and games until someone breaks a nail. (leaves)
Hammond: Colonel.
Jack: I know, General. It’s all fun and games until someone breaks a nail. (leaves)
Hammond struggles to keep a straight face and not burst out laughing.
— "Urgo," Stargate SG-1
— "Urgo," Stargate SG-1
Village Elder: No one can be a friend if you know not whether to trust them.
Jack: Don't judge a book by its cover.
Elder: Enemies' promises were made to be broken.
Jack: And yet, honesty is the best policy.
Elder: He who has too many friends has none.
Jack: Ahh, but, birds of a feather.
Elder: I'm unfamiliar with that story. What lesson does it teach?
Jack: It has to do with flocking, and togetherness, and to be honest I'm not so familiar with the particulars myself.
Jack: Don't judge a book by its cover.
Elder: Enemies' promises were made to be broken.
Jack: And yet, honesty is the best policy.
Elder: He who has too many friends has none.
Jack: Ahh, but, birds of a feather.
Elder: I'm unfamiliar with that story. What lesson does it teach?
Jack: It has to do with flocking, and togetherness, and to be honest I'm not so familiar with the particulars myself.
— "Fallen," Stargate SG-1
Prior: (reading from the Book of Origin) "As he lay there dying in the sun, the sands of the desert all around him, Petris spoke to the rock. Not with his lips, but with his mind. And the rock wept tears of fresh water. And his thirst ... was ... quenched." (closes the book) Fear not the Ori! Fear the darkness that would conceal the knowledge of the universe. Believe in the truth of all things, and you too may find the path to enlightenment.
Lt. Col. Cam Mitchell: "And a man has no greater thing under the sun than to eat, drink and be merry." Ecclesiastes, my favorite.
Lt. Col. Cam Mitchell: "And a man has no greater thing under the sun than to eat, drink and be merry." Ecclesiastes, my favorite.
— "Origin," Stargate SG-1
Maj. Kevin Marks: Sir, we're receiving a message from one of the Ori ships — text only.
Col. Paul Emerson: What does it say?
Marks: "And those who are prideful and refuse to bow down shall be laid low and made onto dust."
Col. Paul Emerson: What does it say?
Marks: "And those who are prideful and refuse to bow down shall be laid low and made onto dust."
(Beat)
Col. Chekov: Is that all it says?
Cam: Yeah, that's it.
Daniel: "Then did Tileus say to the people of the low plains: 'seek not wickedness amongst your neighbours lest it find purchase in your own house.'"
Cam: What was that?
Daniel: Book of Origin.
Cam: Yeah, that's it.
Daniel: "Then did Tileus say to the people of the low plains: 'seek not wickedness amongst your neighbours lest it find purchase in your own house.'"
Cam: What was that?
Daniel: Book of Origin.
— moments before the Battle of P3Y-229, "Camelot," Stargate SG-1
Rev. Darnell Potter: (walking into the Mayor's office) "Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery." Malcolm X!
Frank Reagan: And hello to you, too, Reverend.
Frank Reagan: And hello to you, too, Reverend.
(later)
Frank: "A genuine leader is not a seeker of consensus, but a molder of consensus." (walks out)
(Potter looks confusedly at the mayor.)
Mayor Carter Poole: (chuckles) Martin Luther King.
— "Black and Blue," Blue Bloods
"You should never have profaned by seeking worldly power!" Marchant shouted. "Woe be unto Grayson that a heretic and woman should claim the steadholder's key as God's steward! For a thousand years, this world has been God's—now those who have forgotten His law profane it by turning to foreign ways and leading His people into the wars of infidel powers, and it was you, Honor Harrington, who brought these things to us! You corrupt the Faith by your very presence, by the unclean example and ideas you carry like pestilence! 'Beware those who would seduce you, my brothers. Heed not those who would defile the temple of your soul with promises of material things and worldly power, but hold fast to the way of God and be free!' "
Honor heard Hanks inhale between clenched teeth as Marchant quoted from The Book of the New Way. It was the second most sacred of all Grayson texts, and she felt the Reverend's fury as Marchant twisted it to his purpose. But Honor had spent hours poring over The New Way herself in an effort to understand her people, and now she blessed the sharpness of her own memory.
"Perhaps you should finish your citation, Sir," she said to Marchant, and her prosthetic eye showed her the shock on his face. "I believe," she continued calmly and clearly, "that Saint Austin ended that passage with 'Shut not your minds to the new because the chains of the past bind you tight, for it is those who cling most desperately to the old who will turn you from the New Way and lead you once more into the paths of the unclean.' "
"Blasphemy!" Marchant shrieked. "How dare you set your tongue to the words of the Book, heretic?!"
"Why should I not?" Honor returned in a tone of deadly reason. "Saint Austin wrote not simply for those who had already accepted the Church, but for those he sought to bring to it. You call me heretic, but surely a heretic is one who claims to accept your Faith and then twists it to his own liking. I make no such claim, for I was reared in another faith, but should that prevent me from reading and respecting the teachings of yours?"
"What do you know of the Faith?!" Marchant spat. "You parrot the words, but their meaning is not in you! The very key about your neck proclaims it, for woman was never meant to rule. 'Gather your sons to build the world God ordains, and guard your wives and daughters well. Protect them and teach them, that they may know God's will through you.' Through you!" Marchant repeated, glaring furiously at her. "God Himself tells us Woman is to be governed by Man, as a father governs his children, not to violate His law by setting herself against His will! You and your accursed Star Kingdom infect us all with your poisons! You lead our young men into godless war and our young women into the sins of pride and debauchery, turning wife against husband and daughter against father!"
"I think not, Sir." Honor allowed an edge of ice into her own voice as she met the clergyman's glare and chose another passage from The New Way. " 'Fathers, do not close your minds to the words of your children, for they are less fixed in the old ways. Nor should there be strife between a man and his wives. Love them and heed their council. We are all the Sons and Daughters of God, Who created us Man and Woman that we might comfort and aid one another, and a day will come when Man will need Woman's strength as well as his own.' "
Honor heard Hanks inhale between clenched teeth as Marchant quoted from The Book of the New Way. It was the second most sacred of all Grayson texts, and she felt the Reverend's fury as Marchant twisted it to his purpose. But Honor had spent hours poring over The New Way herself in an effort to understand her people, and now she blessed the sharpness of her own memory.
"Perhaps you should finish your citation, Sir," she said to Marchant, and her prosthetic eye showed her the shock on his face. "I believe," she continued calmly and clearly, "that Saint Austin ended that passage with 'Shut not your minds to the new because the chains of the past bind you tight, for it is those who cling most desperately to the old who will turn you from the New Way and lead you once more into the paths of the unclean.' "
"Blasphemy!" Marchant shrieked. "How dare you set your tongue to the words of the Book, heretic?!"
"Why should I not?" Honor returned in a tone of deadly reason. "Saint Austin wrote not simply for those who had already accepted the Church, but for those he sought to bring to it. You call me heretic, but surely a heretic is one who claims to accept your Faith and then twists it to his own liking. I make no such claim, for I was reared in another faith, but should that prevent me from reading and respecting the teachings of yours?"
"What do you know of the Faith?!" Marchant spat. "You parrot the words, but their meaning is not in you! The very key about your neck proclaims it, for woman was never meant to rule. 'Gather your sons to build the world God ordains, and guard your wives and daughters well. Protect them and teach them, that they may know God's will through you.' Through you!" Marchant repeated, glaring furiously at her. "God Himself tells us Woman is to be governed by Man, as a father governs his children, not to violate His law by setting herself against His will! You and your accursed Star Kingdom infect us all with your poisons! You lead our young men into godless war and our young women into the sins of pride and debauchery, turning wife against husband and daughter against father!"
"I think not, Sir." Honor allowed an edge of ice into her own voice as she met the clergyman's glare and chose another passage from The New Way. " 'Fathers, do not close your minds to the words of your children, for they are less fixed in the old ways. Nor should there be strife between a man and his wives. Love them and heed their council. We are all the Sons and Daughters of God, Who created us Man and Woman that we might comfort and aid one another, and a day will come when Man will need Woman's strength as well as his own.' "
— Honor Harrington: Flag in Exile
Kasim Tariq: “Fight in God’s cause against those who fight against you.”
Michael: “But do not commit aggression.” You forgot that part of the Qur'an. If you’re going to twist its meaning at least quote the whole passage.
Michael: “But do not commit aggression.” You forgot that part of the Qur'an. If you’re going to twist its meaning at least quote the whole passage.
— "One Way", Nikita
Col. Jevee Ceeta: And you... I can't tell how happy I am to be commanding your lousy band of misfits.
Capt. Kaff Tagon: Hey, enemy of my enemy, right?
Ceeta: "... is my enemy's enemy. No more, no less." Maxim 29.
Tagon: You've read The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries?
Ceeta: Maxim One: "Pillage, then burn."
Tagon: Maxim 13: "Do unto others."
Ceeta: Maxim 27: "Don't be afraid to be the first to resort to violence.
(beat panel)
Tagon: General, I think this political officer will work out just fine.
Gen. Levaughn Xinchub: Maxim 9: "Never turn your back on an enemy." (Beat) I'm sorry, did I spoil your little truce by quoting from the same tiny book of malevolent canon? Maxim 30: "A little trust goes a long way. The less you use, the further you'll go."
Capt. Kaff Tagon: Hey, enemy of my enemy, right?
Ceeta: "... is my enemy's enemy. No more, no less." Maxim 29.
Tagon: You've read The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries?
Ceeta: Maxim One: "Pillage, then burn."
Tagon: Maxim 13: "Do unto others."
Ceeta: Maxim 27: "Don't be afraid to be the first to resort to violence.
(beat panel)
Tagon: General, I think this political officer will work out just fine.
Gen. Levaughn Xinchub: Maxim 9: "Never turn your back on an enemy." (Beat) I'm sorry, did I spoil your little truce by quoting from the same tiny book of malevolent canon? Maxim 30: "A little trust goes a long way. The less you use, the further you'll go."
Age before beauty.
And pearls before swine.
And pearls before swine.
— Attributed to Dorothy Parker firing back at a younger debutante
"Mulder, this is a needle in a haystack. These poor souls have been dead for 50 years. Let them rest in peace. Let sleeping dogs lie."
"Well, I won't sit idly by as you hurl cliches at me. Preparation is the father of inspiration."
"Necessity is the mother of invention."
"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom."
"Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we may die."
"I scream, you scream, we all scream for non-fat tofutti rice dreamsicles."
"Well, I won't sit idly by as you hurl cliches at me. Preparation is the father of inspiration."
"Necessity is the mother of invention."
"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom."
"Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we may die."
"I scream, you scream, we all scream for non-fat tofutti rice dreamsicles."
— FBI Special Agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder, The X-Files, "The Unnatural"
"Do you know, I had a dream an hour ago. I lay down for a catnap and in this dream you and I, Montag, got into a furious debate on books. You towered with rage, yelled quotes at me. I calmly parried every thrust. ‘Power,’ I said. And you, quoting Dr. Johnson, said ‘Knowledge is more than equivalent to force!’ And I said, ‘Well, Dr. Johnson also said, dear boy, that “He is no wise man that will quit a certainty for an uncertainty."' Stick with the firemen, Montag. All else is dreary chaos!”
[...]
Beatty chuckled. “And you said, quoting, ‘Truth will come to light, murder will not be hid long!’ And I cried in good humor, ‘Oh God, he speaks only of his horse!’ And ‘The Devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.’ And you yelled, ‘This age thinks better of a gilded fool, than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school!’ And I whispered gently, ‘The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.’ And you screamed, ‘Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer!’ And I said, patting your hand, ‘What, do I give you trench mouth?’ And you shrieked, ‘Knowledge is power!’ and ‘A dwarf on a giant’s shoulders sees the furthest of the two!’ and I summed my side up with rare serenity in, ‘The folly of mistaking a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself as an oracle, is inborn in us, Mr. Valery once said.’”
Montag’s head whirled sickeningly. He felt beaten unmercifully on brow, eyes, nose, lips, chin, on shoulders, on upflailing arms. He wanted to yell, “No! shut up, you’re confusing things, stop it!” Beatty’s graceful fingers thrust out to seize his wrist.
“God, what a pulse! I’ve got you going, have I, Montag? Jesus God, your pulse sounds like the day after the war. Everything but sirens and bells! Shall I talk some more? I like your look of panic. Swahili, Indian, English Lit., I speak them all. A kind of excellent dumb discourse, Willie!”
[...]
“Oh, you were scared silly,” said Beatty, “for I was doing a terrible thing in using the very books you clung to, to rebut you on every hand, on every point! What traitors books can be! you think they’re backing you up, and they turn on you. Others can use them, too, and there you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives."
[...]
Beatty chuckled. “And you said, quoting, ‘Truth will come to light, murder will not be hid long!’ And I cried in good humor, ‘Oh God, he speaks only of his horse!’ And ‘The Devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.’ And you yelled, ‘This age thinks better of a gilded fool, than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school!’ And I whispered gently, ‘The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.’ And you screamed, ‘Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer!’ And I said, patting your hand, ‘What, do I give you trench mouth?’ And you shrieked, ‘Knowledge is power!’ and ‘A dwarf on a giant’s shoulders sees the furthest of the two!’ and I summed my side up with rare serenity in, ‘The folly of mistaking a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself as an oracle, is inborn in us, Mr. Valery once said.’”
Montag’s head whirled sickeningly. He felt beaten unmercifully on brow, eyes, nose, lips, chin, on shoulders, on upflailing arms. He wanted to yell, “No! shut up, you’re confusing things, stop it!” Beatty’s graceful fingers thrust out to seize his wrist.
“God, what a pulse! I’ve got you going, have I, Montag? Jesus God, your pulse sounds like the day after the war. Everything but sirens and bells! Shall I talk some more? I like your look of panic. Swahili, Indian, English Lit., I speak them all. A kind of excellent dumb discourse, Willie!”
[...]
“Oh, you were scared silly,” said Beatty, “for I was doing a terrible thing in using the very books you clung to, to rebut you on every hand, on every point! What traitors books can be! you think they’re backing you up, and they turn on you. Others can use them, too, and there you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives."
