Anger and Indignation

Dante, I think, committed a crude blunder when, with a terror-inspiring ingenuity, he placed above the gateway of his hell the inscription, 'I too was created by eternal love'--at any rate, there would be more justification for placing above the gateway to the Christian Paradise...the inscription 'I too was created by eternal hate'...

Buildings will collapse, power plants will stop generating electricity. Generals will drop atomic bombs on their own populations. Mad revolutionaries will run in the streets, crying fantastic slogans. I have often thought it would begin in New York. This metropolis has all the symptoms of a mind gone berserk.

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say "I want to see the manager." William S.

Oh, if only I did nothing simply because of laziness.

Here richly, with ridiculous display, The Politician’s corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.

Your sheep, that were wont to be so meek and tame, and so small eaters, now, as I hear say, be become so great devourers, and so wild, that they eat up and swallow down the very men themselves.

Our language lacks words to express this offence, the demolition of a man.

He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.

I have ever hated all nations, professions, and communities, and all my love is towardsindividuals. . . . I hate and detest that animalcalled man, although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.

I admit the deed!—tear up the planks! here, here!—It is the beating of his hideous heart!

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn’t roar?

 

Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound.

Foolish men who accuse a woman mindlessly— you cannot even see you cause what you abuse.

 

Anger is the fluid that love bleeds when you cut it.

Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.

 

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I must confess I love this cultured hell that tests my youth! Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me strength erect against her hate. Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.

The oppressed are allowed once every few years to decide which particular representatives of the oppressing class are to represent and repress them.

The worst readers are those who behave like plundering troops: they take away a few things they can use, dirty and confound the remainder, and revile the whole.

Je l’ai trop aimé pour ne le point haïr!

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.

We are always making God our accomplice, that so we may legalize our own iniquities. Every successful massacre is consecrated by a Te Deum, and the clergy have never been wanting in benedictions for any victorious enormity.

How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species.

 

I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man’s pleasure when they come a cropper.

Let Sporus tremble—“What? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass’s milk? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?”