Michigan State University Spartan Marching Band/gameday Traditions

Famous quotes containing the words state, university, spartan, marching, band and/or traditions:

    The State is the altar of political freedom and, like the religious altar, it is maintained for the purpose of human sacrifice.
    Emma Goldman (1869–1940)

    One can describe a landscape in many different words and sentences, but one would not normally cut up a picture of a landscape and rearrange it in different patterns in order to describe it in different ways. Because a photograph is not composed of discrete units strung out in a linear row of meaningful pieces, we do not understand it by looking at one element after another in a set sequence. The photograph is understood in one act of seeing; it is perceived in a gestalt.
    Joshua Meyrowitz, U.S. educator, media critic. “The Blurring of Public and Private Behaviors,” No Sense of Place: The Impact of Electronic Media on Social Behavior, Oxford University Press (1985)

    My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
    So flewed, so sanded; and their heads are hung
    With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
    Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls;
    Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells,
    Each under each.
    William Shakespeare (1564–1616)

    A common and natural result of an undue respect for law is, that you may see a file of soldiers, colonel, captain, corporal, privates, powder-monkeys, and all, marching in admirable order over hill and dale to the wars, against their wills, ay, against their common sense and consciences, which makes it very steep marching indeed, and produces a palpitation of the heart.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    Citizen’s Band radio renders one accessible to a wide variety of people from all walks of life. It should not be forgotten that all walks of life include conceptual artists, dry cleaners, and living poets.
    Fran Lebowitz (b. 1950)

    But generally speaking philistinism presupposes a certain advanced state of civilization where throughout the ages certain traditions have accumulated in a heap and have started to stink.
    Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)