Of course, Behaviorism "works." So does torture. Give me a no- nonsense, down-to-earth behaviorist, a few drugs, and simple electr...ical appliances, and in six months I will have him reciting the Athanasian Creed in public.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Christianity, on the other hand, is humane, practical, and, in a large sense, radical. So many years and ages of the gods those Ea...stern sages sat contemplating Brahm, uttering in silence the mystic "Om," being absorbed into the essence of the Supreme Being, never going out of themselves, but subsiding farther and deeper within; so infinitely wise, yet infinitely stagnant; until, at last, in that same Asia, but in the western part of it, appeared a youth, wholly unforetold by them,--not being absorbed into Brahm, but bringing Brahm down to earth and to mankind; in whom Brahm had awakened from his long sleep, and exerted himself, and the day began,--a new avatar. The Brahman had never thought to be a brother of mankind as well as a child of God.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
More luck to honest poverty, It claims respect, and a' that;... But honest wealth's a better thing, We dare be rich for a' that.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep;... If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I heard the word "stream" uttered with such a revolting primness, what I think of is urine and not the contemporary novel. An...d besides, it isn't new, it is far from the dernier cri. Shakespeare used it continually, much too much in my opinion, and there's Tristam Shandy, not to mention the Agamemnon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am fully sensible that an historical romance, founded on the House of Saxe Cobourg, might be much more to the purpose of ... />profit or popularity than such pictures of domestic life in country villages as I deal in. But I could no more write a romance than an epic poem. I could not sit down to write a serious romance under any other motive than to save my life; and if it were indispensable for me to keep it up and never relax into laughing at myself or other people, I am sure I should be hung before I had finished the first chapter. No, I must keep to my own style and go on in my own way.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Any owner of cats will know of what I speak. Cats come at dawn to sit on your bed. They may not nip your nose or inhale your breat...h or make a sound. They simply sit there and stare at you until you open one eyelid and spy them there about to drop dead for need of feeding. So it is with ideas. They come silently in the hour of trying to wake up and remember my name. The notions and fancies sit on the edge of my wits, whisper in my ears and then, if I don't rouse, give more than cats give: a good knock in the head, which gets me out and down to my typewriter before the ideas flee or die or both. In any event, I make the ideas come to me. I do not go to them. I provoke their patience by pretending disregard. This infuriates the latent creature until it is almost raving to be born and once born, nourished.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There's something wonderfully exciting about the quiet sing song of an aeroplane overhead with all the guns in creation lighting o...ut at it, and searchlights feeling their way across the sky like antennae, and the earth shaking snort of the bombs and the whimper of shrapnel pieces when they come down to patter on the roof.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Indian attitude toward the land was expressed by a Crow named Curly: "The soil you see is not ordinary soil--it is the dust of... the blood, the flesh, and the bones of our ancestors. You will have to dig down to find Nature's earth, for the upper portion is Crow, my blood and my dead. I do not want to give it up."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »