Even while I protest the assembly-line production of our food, our songs, our language, and eventually our souls, I know that it w...as a rare home that baked good bread in the old days. Mother's cooking was with rare exceptions poor, that good unpasteurized milk touched only by flies and bits of manure crawled with bacteria, the healthy old-time life was riddled with aches, sudden death from unknown causes, and that sweet local speech I mourn was the child of illiteracy and ignorance. It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven a... sporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you have wit, use it to please, and not to hurt; you may shine, like the sun in the temperature zones, without scorching. Here ...it is wished for; under the Line it is dreaded.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The problem of the twentieth century is the problem of the color-line--the relation of the darker to the lighter races of men in A...sia and Africa, in America and the islands of the sea. It was a phase of this problem that caused the Civil War.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here come the line-gang pioneering by. They throw a forest down less cut than broken.... They plant dead trees for living, and the dead They string together with a living thread.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In communist society, where nobody has one exclusive sphere of activity but each can become accomplished in any branch he wishes, ...society regulates the general production and thus makes it possible for me to do one thing today and another tomorrow, to hunt in the morning, fish in the afternoon, rear cattle in the evening, criticize after dinner, just as I have a mind, without ever becoming hunter, fisherman, shepherd or critic.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That strange premature genius Chatterton has couched in one line the quintessence of what Voltaire has said in many pages: "Reason..., a thorn in Revelation's side."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding. Who determined its measurements--surel...y you know! Or who stretched the line upon it? On what were its bases sunk, or who laid its cornerstone when the morning stars sang together and all the heavenly beings shouted for joy?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »