Mason Cooley Quotes (220 Quotes)

Bad faith likes discourse on friendship and loyalty.

Money is to my social existence what health is to my body.

People who abhor solitude may abhor company almost as much.

Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.

Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Innocence is thought charming because it offers delightful possibilities for exploitation.

Many gloat over their own troubles.

Consciousness is our only reprieve from Time.

Compassion brings us to a stop, and for a moment we rise above ourselves.

Between repetition and forgetting, it is a marvel that a new thought ever struggles into existence

I love you is the inscription on Pandora's box.

Innocence: I am only stepping on your face because it lies in my path.

I'm being treated like a sex object, cried the lady. No matter. I will take care of it, said Time soothingly.

Even the most fickle are faithful to a few bad habits.

Philosophy likes to keen common sense on the run.

If you are going to break a Law of Art, make the crime interesting.

Talk about yourself as much as you like, but do not expect others to listen.

I see what you mean, but I do not think what you think.

Preserving tradition has become a nice hobby, like stamp collecting.

Lying just for the fun of it is either art or pathology.

Fulfillment is often more trouble than it is worth.

A blunt statement can be as false as any other.

Reason enables us to get around in the world of ideas, but cannot prescribe our thoughts.

Hypocrisy is the outside of cynicism.

To understand someone, find out how he spends his money.

The educated do not share a common body of information, but a common state of mind.

Flattery and insults raise the same question: What do you want?

The sage belongs to the same obsolete repertory as the virtuous maiden and the enlightened monarch.

Good parties create a temporary youthfulness.

Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same book over and over.

No chaos, no creation. Evidence: the kitchen at mealtime.

Cruelty is softened by fear, not pity.

We are prepared for insults, but compliments leave us baffled.

Well-behaved: he always speaks as if his mother might be listening.

Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.

The body has a mind of its own.

Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.

The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past.

Often, when I want to consult my impulses, I cannot find them.

Dancing and running shake up the chemistry of happiness.

The shades of respectability begin to close about the greying head.

Minds will wander even during the Last Judgment.

Ultimately, blind faith is the only kind.

Logic and fact keep interfering with the easy flow of conversation.

I read less and less. I have not forgiven books for their failure to tell me the truth and make me happy.

Only the broken-hearted know the truth about love.

Why do we never expect dull people to be rascals?

Art seduces, but does not exploit.

When sages commend excess, Desire is sick.