Back to culture. Yes, actually to culture. You can't consume much if you sit still and read books.
Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier. The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well being.
The more stitches, the less riches.
Nature, or anything that reminds me of nature, disturbs me; it is too large, too complicated, above all too utterly pointless and incomprehensible.
Because it is idiotic. Writing when there's nothing to say...
In a word, they failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions.
The optimum population is modeled on the iceberg- eight-ninths below the water line, one-ninth above.
The creation by word-power of something out of nothing--what is that but magic? And, may I add, what is that but literature?
But as time goes on, they, as all men, will find that independence was not made for man- that it is an unnatural state- will do for a while, but will not carry us on safely to the end
Ironically enough, the only people who can hold up indefinitely under the stress of modern war are psychotics. Individual insanity is immune to the consequences of collective insanity.
Those who feel themselves despised do well to look despising.
When one individual comes into intimate contact with another, she-or he, of course, as the case may be-must almost inevitably receive or inflict suffering.
But every one belongs to every one else
It is natural to believe in God when you're alone-- quite alone, in the night, thinking about death.
Those who meant well behaved in the same way as those who meant badly.
Wherever the choice has had to be made between the man of reason and the madman, the world has unhesitatingly followed the madman.
A love of nature keeps no factories busy.
But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.
It isn't only art that is incompatible with happiness, it's also science. Science is dangerous, we have to keep it most carefully chained and muzzled.
To be excited is still to be unsatisfied.
God isn't the son of Memory; He's the son of Immediate Experience. You can't worship a spirit in spirit, unless you do it now. Wallowing in the past may be good literature. As wisdom, it's hopeless. Time Regained is Paradise Lost, and Time Lost is Paradise Regained. Let the dead bury their dead. If you want to live at every moment as it presents itself, you've got to die to every other moment.
A man can smile and smile and be a villain.
But that's the price we have to pay for stability. You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. We've sacrificed the high art.
Never put off till tomorrow the fun you can have today.
Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning, truth and beauty can't.
A physical shortcoming could produce a kind of mental excess. The process, it seemed, was reversible. Mental excess could produce, for its own purposes, the voluntary blindness and deafness of deliberate solitude, the artificial impotence of asceticism.
Can you say something about nothing?
No social stability without individual stability.
We are not our own any more than what we possess is our own. We did not make ourselves, we cannot be supreme over ourselves. We are not our own masters.
A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude.
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