Now, honestly: if a large group of ... demonstrators blocked the entrances to St. Patrick’s Cathedral every sunday for years, making it impossible for worshipers to get inside the church without someone escorting them through screaming crowds, wouldn’t some judge rule that those protesters could keep protesting, but behind police lines and out of the doorways?
—Anna Quindlen (b. 1953)
It was a sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy sunday in London.
—Thomas De Quincey (1785–1859)
... no book ... ever competed with the Bible. The story of Ruth was better than Ramona, and the poetry of Job was better than Longfellow. I still have my first big Bible, carefully underlined through with red and black ink, and interleafed [sic] with painfully written manuscript pages.... Margery and I earned our five cents a week for church and a penny for sunday school by learning three verses of the Bible a day and six on sunday. We learned dozens and dozens of chapters. I supposed “Evangeline” and “Hiawatha” were better poetry, but I didn’t like them so well.
—Ruth Benedict (1887–1948)