Sören Kierkegaard (1813–1855) Danish philosopher and theologian, founder of Existentialism
Source: 1840s, Two Ethical-Religious Minor Essays (1849), p. 63
Act III, scene i, line 13.
Variant translation: Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt. (translator unknown)
Mostellaria (The Haunted House)
Sören Kierkegaard (1813–1855) Danish philosopher and theologian, founder of Existentialism
Source: 1840s, Two Ethical-Religious Minor Essays (1849), p. 63
“33,000 e-mails are missing. And she's so guilty. She's so guilty.”
Donald J. Trump (1946) 45th President of the United States of America
2010s, 2016, August, Speech at rally in Wilmington, North Carolina (August 9, 2016)
Aleister Crowley (1875–1947) poet, mountaineer, occultist
Source: The Confessions of Aleister Crowley (1929), Ch. 17.
“Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.”
Laurence Sterne book The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman
Book II, Ch. 17.
The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman (1760-1767)
Nicholas Sparks (1965) American writer and novelist
Travis Parker, Proloque, p. 2
2000s, The Choice (2007)
John Campbell Shairp (1819–1885) British writer
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 61.
Karl Hess (1923–1994) American journalist
Karl Hess, “Letter from Washington: My Taxes,” Libertarian, May 1, 1969, p. 3
George Orwell (1903–1950) English author and journalist
"Beggars in London", in Le Progrès Civique (12 January 1929), translated into English by Janet Percival and Ian Willison
Context: Spending the night out of doors has nothing attractive about it in London, especially for a poor, ragged, undernourished wretch. Moreover sleeping in the open is only allowed in one thoroughfare in London. If the policeman on his beat finds you asleep, it is his duty to wake you up. That is because it has been found that a sleeping man succumbs to the cold more easily than a man who is awake, and England could not let one of her sons die in the street. So you are at liberty to spend the night in the street, providing it is a sleepless night. But there is one road where the homeless are allowed to sleep. Strangely, it is the Thames Embankment, not far from the Houses of Parliament. We advise all those visitors to England who would like to see the reverse side of our apparent prosperity to go and look at those who habitually sleep on the Embankment, with their filthy tattered clothes, their bodies wasted by disease, a living reprimand to the Parliament in whose shadow they lie.