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A real job is a job you hate.
Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat scorned.
It is ironic that the United States should have been founded by intellectuals, for throughout most of our political history, the intellectual has been for the most part either an outsider, a servant or a scapegoat.
I think that a lot of us, whether we are religious or not — there are no words to express some things except religious words. For instance, ‘soul.’ I don’t believe in an afterlife or heaven or hell, yet there isn’t a secular word for that feeling that we are not only flesh and blood. Whether you’re religious or not you may find yourself obliged to use language shaped by religion.
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She’s high on her own fumes.
I love elitism. That’s why I wrote about these very elitist seventeenth-century Jesus freaks. I’m talking about the Puritans. The thing that’s great about them is their love of knowledge and language and words and learning. They’re building their little cabins and then they get cracking building Harvard because they want their sons to know Hebrew and Greek and Latin and to have read Aristotle and they want those people to be in charge of them, the people who know stuff.
Supposing you have tried and failed again and again. You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call ‘failure’ is not the falling down, but the staying down.
There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity. In every generation the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite.
Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.
Anyone becomes mannered if you think too much about what other people think.
I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.
He who asks fortune-tellers the future unwittingly forfeits an inner intimation of coming events that is a thousand times more exact than anything they may say. He is impelled by inertia, rather than curiosity, and nothing is more unlike the submissive apathy with which he hears his fate revealed than the alert dexterity with which the man of courage lays hands on the future.
