If you prick us, do we not read?

Oscar the Grouch.

It’s interesting that we are upset when the president of Emory University talks about the 3/5ths compromise.

MOOC’s are a word for forgetting that universities have never grown without being planted.

Why, yes, all your Sunday Reading does belong to us.

Ther is no Sunday, only Sunday.

Sunday is a Country.

The greatest gift they'll get this week is life...Where nothing ever grows, no rain or rivers flow...Do they know it's Sunday at all?

Would a reading on any other day smell as sweet?

"Thy life is a flitting state, a tent for the night."

I'm not saying this year happened in the passive voice, but I'm not completely sure it didn't. So let me purge my memory by voiding…

Monday is the new Sunday.

Brevity is the soul of Sunday.