
“Anyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.”
"1896", p. 17
A Writer's Notebook (1946)
“Anyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.”
"1896", p. 17
A Writer's Notebook (1946)
“If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.”
Notes of a Dirty Old Man (1969)
Source: Dumbing Us Down: The Hidden Curriculum of Compulsory Schooling (1992), p. 19
Source: Utopia (1516), Ch. 9 : Of the Religions of the Utopians
Context: Those among them that have not received our religion do not fright any from it, and use none ill that goes over to it, so that all the while I was there one man was only punished on this occasion. He being newly baptised did, notwithstanding all that we could say to the contrary, dispute publicly concerning the Christian religion, with more zeal than discretion, and with so much heat, that he not only preferred our worship to theirs, but condemned all their rites as profane, and cried out against all that adhered to them as impious and sacrilegious persons, that were to be damned to everlasting burnings. Upon his having frequently preached in this manner he was seized, and after trial he was condemned to banishment, not for having disparaged their religion, but for his inflaming the people to sedition; for this is one of their most ancient laws, that no man ought to be punished for his religion.
“Animals are born and bred in litters. Solitude grows blessed and peaceful only in old age.”
Source: Persons and Places (1944), p. 61
“Oh! what a frightful business is this modern society; the race for wealth — wealth.”
I am ashamed to write the word. Wealth means well-being, weal, the opposite of woe. And is that money? or can money buy it? We boast much of the purity of our faith, of the sins of idolatry among the Romanists, and we send missionaries to the poor unenlightened heathens, to bring them out of their darkness into our light, our glorious light; but oh! if you may measure the fearfulness of an idol by the blood which stains its sacrifice, by the multitude of its victims, where in all the world, in the fetish of the poor negro, in the hideous car of Indian Juggernaut, can you find a monster whose worship is polluted by such enormity as this English one of money!
Letter VII
The Nemesis of Faith (1849)
Source: How To Write A Sentence And How To Read One (2011), Chapter 3, It's Not The Thought That Counts, p. 33
“I know all those words, but that sentence makes no sense to me.”
Source: Spiritual Journey: Michio Kushi's Guide to Endless Self-Realization and Freedom (1994, with Edward Esko), p. 57