Last words : Knowles, E. (1999). The Oxford dictionary of quotations. Oxford: Oxford University Press.
It will be seen that, as used, the word ‘Fascism’ is almost entirely meaningless. In conversation, of course, it is used even more wildly than in print. I have heard it applied to farmers, shopkeepers, Social Credit, corporal punishment, fox-hunting, bull-fighting, the 1922 Committee, the 1941 Committee, Kipling, Gandhi, Chiang Kai-Shek, homosexuality, Priestley’s broadcasts, Youth Hostels, astrology, women, dogs and I do not know what else.
George OrwellBritish writer and journalist1903 - 1950
Describing Clement Attlee : Knowles, E. (1999). The Oxford dictionary of quotations. Oxford: Oxford University Press.
But if the object was not to stay alive but to stay human, what difference did it ultimately make? They could not alter your feelings: for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to.
George OrwellBritish writer and journalist1903 - 1950
Orwell, G. (1949). Nineteen eighty-four. London: Secker & Warburg.
Orwell, G. (1949). Nineteen eighty-four. London: Secker & Warburg.
The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things of which they devour.
Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.
Little Tony was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another. After the 6th candy bar a man on the bench across from him said Son you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will give you acne rot your teeth and make you fat. Little Tony replied My grandfather lived to be 107 years old. The man asked did your grandfather eat six candy bars at a time. Little Tony answered No he minded his own fucking business.
Robert Anton WilsonAmerican author, futurist, and agnostic mystic1932 - 2007
Email to the Universe and Other Alterations of Consciousness
Email to the Universe and Other Alterations of Consciousness
But nirvana is a radical transformation of how it feels to be alive: it feels as if everything were myself, or as if everything---including 'my' thoughts and actions---were happening of itself. There are still efforts, choices, and decisions, but not the sense that 'I make them'; they arise of themselves in relation to circumstances. This is therefore to feel life, not as an encounter between subject and object, but as a polarised field where the contest of opposites has become the play of opposites.
Alan WattsBritish American author and lecturer1915 - 1973
Watts, A. (1961). Psychotherapy, East and West. [New York]: Pantheon Books.
God is not dead but alive and working on a much less ambitious project.
Unknown
Graffito : Knowles, E. (1999). The Oxford dictionary of quotations. Oxford: Oxford University Press.
Unknown
Graffito : Knowles, E. (1999). The Oxford dictionary of quotations. Oxford: Oxford University Press.
The Creator, if he exists, has a special preference for beetles.
J. B. S. HaldaneGeneticist and evolutionary biologist1892 - 1964
On observing that there are 400,000 species of beetle on this planet : Knowles, E. (1999). The Oxford dictionary of quotations. Oxford: Oxford University Press.
On observing that there are 400,000 species of beetle on this planet : Knowles, E. (1999). The Oxford dictionary of quotations. Oxford: Oxford University Press.
He thought with a kind of astonishment of the biological uselessness of pain and fear, the treachery of the human body which always freezes into inertia at exactly the moment when a special effort is needed. It struck him that in moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy but always against one's own body.
George OrwellBritish writer and journalist1903 - 1950
Orwell, G. (1949). Nineteen eighty-four. London: Secker & Warburg.
Orwell, G. (1949). Nineteen eighty-four. London: Secker & Warburg.
We that did nothing study but the way to love each other, with which thoughts the day rose with delight to us, and with them set, must learn the hateful art, how to forget.
Final couplet of Sonnet 18 ("Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?")
What is hope? nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord ByronEnglish Romantic poet and lyricist1788 - 1824