Society and the World

Moscow: those syllables can start

 

A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading.

 

Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

 

Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.

 

It is the province of knowledge to speak and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.

 

An illiterate king is a crowned ass.

 

An illiterate king is a crowned ass.

 

Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?

 

If we find the answer to that [why it is that we and the universe exist], it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason—for then we would know the mind of God.

 

What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe … Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?

 

The best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds.

 

So Two cheers for Democracy: one because it admits variety and two because it permits criticism. Two cheers are quite enough: there is no occasion to give three. Only Love the Beloved Republic deserves that.

 

If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.

 

Pathos, piety, courage—they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value.

 

Railway termini. They are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return.

 

Railway termini. They are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return.

 

It is a period between two wars—the long week-end it has been called.

 

They carried him 2 not to bury him: They carried him down to crown him…. The poet flourished here, disheveled, Who would not bow before votive lamps But to the common spade.

 

I am Goya of the bare field, by the enemy’s beak gouged till the craters of my eyes gape I am grief I am the tongue of war, the embers of cities on the snows of the year 1941 I am hunger

 

Like shadows of the plumbing that is all that is left of the great city.

 

The dead will think the living are worth it we will know Who we are And we will all enlist again.

 

America was promises… It was Man who had been promised.

 

America was promises… It was Man who had been promised.

 

We were the first that found that famous country: We marched by a king’s name: we crossed the sierras: Unknown hardships we suffered: hunger.