
“Be a believer / Believe everything / You'll be right half the time”
"Chinatown"
Orange Rhyming Dictionary (1998)
As quoted in Clean Your House & Everything In It (1982) by Eugenia Chapman and Jill C. Major, p. 100
“Be a believer / Believe everything / You'll be right half the time”
"Chinatown"
Orange Rhyming Dictionary (1998)
Saint's Progress (1919)
Context: "I cannot explain. There are things that I can't make clear, because you are wilfully blind to all that I believe in. For what do you imagine we are fighting this great war, if it is not to reestablish the belief in love as the guiding principle of life?"
Laird shook his head. "We are fighting to redress a balance, which was in danger of being lost."
"The balance of power?"
"Heavens! — no! The balance of philosophy."
Pierson smiled. "That sounds very clever, George; but again, I don't follow you."
"The balance between the sayings: 'Might is Right,' and 'Right is Might.' They're both half-truth, but the first was beating the other out of the field. All the rest of it is cant, you know. And by the way, sir, your Church is solid for punishment of the evildoer. Where's mercy there? Either its God is not merciful, or else it doesn't believe in its God.
“A fly was very close to being called a "land," cause that's what they do half the time.”
Do You Believe in Gosh?
Edwin Boring, "Elementist Going Up", The Scientific Monthly (March 1953), p. 183
The New Yorker (3 July 1943); reprinted as "Democracy" in The Wild Flag (1946)
Context: We received a letter from the Writers' War Board the other day asking for a statement on "The Meaning of Democracy." It is presumably our duty to comply with such a request, and it is certainly our pleasure. Surely the Board knows what democracy is. It is the line that forms on the right. It is the don't in don't shove. It is the hole in the stuffed shirt through which the sawdust slowly trickles, the dent in the high hat. Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time. It is the feeling of privacy in the voting booths, the feeling of communion in the libraries, the feeling of vitality everywhere.
Democracy is the letter to the editor. Democracy is the score at the beginning of the ninth. It is an idea which hasn't been disproved yet, a song the words of which have not gone bad. It's the mustard on the hot dog and the cream in the rationed coffee. Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of the morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is.
On Ezra Pound, as quoted in The New Republic (11 November 1936)
“Sometimes, he thought wryly, a reputation for being right all the time could be a heavy burden.”
Source: The Ruins of Gorlan