I grew up in Los Angeles in a Quaker family, and for me being Quaker was a political calling rather than a religious one.
Men not living to what they know, cannot blame God, that they know no more.
NON-COMBATANT, n. A dead Quaker.
Our Quakers love us. We're big with the Quakers. It's all about cleanliness.
I literally fell among Quakers when I went up to Oxford.
I give myself this advice: Do not fear truth, let it be ever so contrary to inclination and feeling. Never give up the search after it; and let me take courage, and try from the bottom of my heart to do that which I believe truth dictates, if it lead me to be a Quaker or not
Quakers almost as good as colored. They call themselves friends and you can trust them every time.
If I were not a Jew I would be a Quaker.
There has never been a time in my life when I felt that I could take a gun and shoot down a fellow-being. In this respect I am a Quaker.
Neither of my parents went to church, but they did everything that you needed to do to be Christian. That's something a Quaker would call an intimation of the divine.
In those days, slavery was not looked upon, even in Quaker Philadelphia, with the shudder and abhorrence one feels towards it now.
So upright Quakers please both man and God.
Paradoxically, life is worth living for those who have something for which they will gladly give up life.
I don't suggest that the observations are surprising or profound. Rather, they seem to me the merest truisms. I was not aware that [ Michel] Foucault had used the phrase "speaking truth to power. " I had thought it was an old Quaker phrase.
However, I spent most of my time in a Quaker school.
As for us, we were never concerned with the Kantian-priestly and vegetarian-Quaker prattle about the sacredness of human life.
I'm really a timid person - I was beaten up by Quakers
My activism did not spring from my being gay, or, for that matter, from my being black. Rather, it is rooted fundamentally in my Quaker upbringing and the values that were instilled in me by my grandparents who reared me.
My luck is getting worse and worse. Last night, for instance, I was mugged by a quaker.
He inherited some good instincts from his Quaker forebearers, but by diligent hard work, he overcame them.
