Notable Quotable 262

May 01, 2024

The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words.

- Philip K. Dick

It is important not to confuse freedom with mere permissiveness.

- Ted Kaczynski

The person who imagined that he could not be the victim of propaganda because he could distinguish truth from falsehood, is extremely susceptible to propaganda, because when propaganda does tell the truth, he is then convinced that it is no longer propaganda.

Moreover, his self-confidence makes him all the more vulnerable to attacks of which he is unaware.

- Jacques Ellul

A person is neither a thing nor a process but an opening through which the Absolute can manifest.

- Martin Heidegger

If we live in a state of constant fear, can we remain human?

- Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The First Circle

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Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life.

- Bob Marley

People have only as much liberty as they have the intelligence to want and the courage to take.

- Emma Goldman

The perennial destiny of principles: While everyone professes to have them, they are likely to be sacrificed when they become inconveniencing. Generally a moral principle is something that puts one at variance with accepted practice. And that variance has consequences, sometimes unpleasant consequences, as the community takes its revenge on those who challenge its contradictions–who want a society actually to uphold the principles it professes to defend.

- Susan Sontag, Of Courage and Resistance

Governments are the biggest serial killers of them all!

- Steven Magee

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

By William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,