Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.

Inflation is as violent as a mugger, as frightening as an armed robber and as deadly as a hit man.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

One of the peculiar sins of the twentieth century which we've developed to a very high level is the sin of credulity. It has been said that when human beings stop believing in God they believe in nothing. The truth is much worse: they believe in anything.

One of the stupidest theories of Western life.

There is something ridiculous and even quite indecent in an individual claiming to be happy. Still more a people or a nation making such a claim. The pursuit of happiness... is without any question the most fatuous which could possibly be undertaken. This lamentable phrase ''the pursuit of happiness'' is responsible for a good part of the ills and miseries of the modern world.

The orgasm has replaced the cross as the focus of longing and fulfillment.

I can say that I never knew what joy was like until I gave up pursuing happiness, or cared to live until I chose to die. For these two discoveries I am beholden to Jesus.

The most terrible thing about materialism, even more terrible than its proneness to violence, is its boredom, from which sex, alcohol, drugs, all devices for putting out the accusing light of reason and suppressing the unrealizable aspirations of love, offer a prospect of deliverance.

There's nothing is this world more instinctively abhorrent to me than finding myself in agreement with my fellow-humans.

If a man like Malcolm X could change and repudiate racism, if I myself and other former Muslims can change, if young whites can change, then there is hope for America.

Civilization -- a heap of rubble scavenged by scrawny English Lit. vultures.

The truth of the matter is that muggers are very interesting people.

Strange and predatory and truly dangerous, car thieves and muggers -- they seem to jeopardize all our cherished concepts, even our self-esteem, our property rights, our powers of love, our laws and pleasures. The only relationship we seem to have with them is scorn or bewilderment, but they belong somewhere on the dark prairies of a country that is in the throes of self-discovery.

The trouble with kingdoms of heaven on earth is that they're liable to come to pass, and then their fraudulence is apparent for all to see. We need a kingdom of heaven in Heaven, if only because it can't be realized.

Good taste and humor are a contradiction in terms, like a chaste whore.

The genius of Man in our time has gone into jet-propulsion, atom-splitting, penicillin-curing, etc. There is none over for works of imagination; of spiritual insight or mystical enlightenment. I asked for bread and was given a tranquilizer. It is important to recognize that in our time man has not written one word, thought one thought, put two notes or two bricks together, splashed color on to canvas or concrete into space, in a manner which will be of any conceivable imaginative interest to posterity.

The orgasm has replaced the Cross as the focus of longing and the image of fulfillment.

This horror of pain is a rather low instinct and... if I think of human beings I've known and of my own life, such as it is, I can't recall any case of pain which didn't, on the whole, enrich life.

In retrospect, all these exercises in self-gratification seem pure fantasy, what Pascal called, licking the earth.

Few men of action have been able to make a graceful exit at the appropriate time.

Sex is the mysticism of materialism and the only possible religion in a materialistic society.

Television was not invented to make human beings vacuous, but is an emanation of their vacuity.

St. Teresa of Avila described our life in this world as like a night at a second-class hotel.

The pursuit of happiness, which American citizens are obliged to undertake, tends to involve them in trying to perpetuate the moods, tastes and aptitudes of youth.

There's nothing in this world more instinctively abhorrent to me than finding myself in agreement with my fellow-humans.

Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.

Every happening, great and small, is a parable whereby God speaks to us, and the art of life is to get the message.