Quotes from Gadiantons and the Silver Sword

“There are only two forces at work in this world- black and white. Only people are grey.”
― Chris Heimerdinger, quote from Gadiantons and the Silver Sword

“...Teachings are given to different men under different circumstances and in different times... [but] ...the Lord is the same yesterday, today and forever. If a parent commands a little child not to play with matches, and then commands a teenager to light the campfire, is this a contradiction? It's only a question of preparedness - one is ready and one is not.”
― Chris Heimerdinger, quote from Gadiantons and the Silver Sword

“... We [can't] escape the influence of sin in the world, but [do] we have to pay money to see and hear it firsthand?”
― Chris Heimerdinger, quote from Gadiantons and the Silver Sword

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― Bhikkhu Bodhi, quote from In the Buddha's Words: An Anthology of Discourses from the Pali Canon

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