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Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.

Like every other good thing in this world, leisure and culture have to be paid for. Fortunately, however, it is not the leisured and the cultured who have to pay.

Man approaches the unattainable truth through a succession of errors.

Man is an intelligence in servitude to his organs.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Modern man's besetting temptation is to sacrifice his direct perceptions and spontaneous feelings to his reasoned reflections; to prefer in all circumstances the verdict of his intellect to that of his immediate intuitions.
[Instincts]

Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.
[Forgiveness]

Most ignorance is vincible ignorance. We don't know because we don't want to know.

Most of one's life is one prolonged effort to prevent oneself thinking.

My fate cannot be mastered; it can only be collaborated with and thereby, to some extent, directed. Nor am I the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.

My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.

Never give children a chance of imagining that anything exists in isolation. Make it plain from the very beginning that all living is relationship. Show them relationships in the woods, in the fields, in the ponds and streams, in the village and in the country around it. Rub it in.

Nonsense is an assertion of man's spiritual freedom in spite of all the oppressions of circumstance.

Official dignity tends to increase in inverse ratio to the importance of the country in which the office is held.

One Folk, One Realm, One Leader. Union with the unity of an insect swarm. Knowledgeless understanding of nonsense and diabolism. And then the newsreel camera had cut back to the serried ranks, the swastikas, the brass bands, the yelling hypnotist on the rostrum. And here once again, in the glare of his inner light, was the brown insectlike column, marching endlessly to the tunes of this rococo horror-music. Onward Nazi soldiers, onward Christian soldiers, onward Marxists and Muslims, onward every chosen People, every Crusader and Holy War-maker. Onward into misery, into all wickedness, into death!

One of the great attractions of patriotism - it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we are able, vicariously, to bully and cheat. Bully and cheat, what's more, with a feeling that we are profoundly virtuous.
[Able]

Orthodoxy is the diehard of the world of thought. It learns not, neither can it forget.

Particulars, as every one knows, make for virtue and happiness; generalities are intellectually necessary evils. Not philosophers but fretsawyers and stamp collectors compose the backbone of society.

People intoxicate themselves with work so they won't see how they really are.

Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?
[Against]


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