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… another existence swallowed up in the fearful rush of what is called civilization, but is very like chaos.

Civilization is the process of setting man free from men.
The … mass of mankind has not been born with saddles on their backs, nor a favored few booted and spurred, ready to ride them legitimately, by the grace of God.
You think we build a world; I think we leave / Only these tools, wherewith to strain and grieve.
How do you feel about women’s rights? I like either side of them.
The Universal Declaration of Human Rights … is the first code of ethical conduct that was not a product of one culture, or one sphere of civilization only, but a universal creation, shaped and subscribed to by representatives of all humankind.
Declaration of Sentiments: Resolved: That the same amount of virtue, delicacy, and refinement of behavior that is required of woman in the social station, should also be required of man, and the same transgressions should be visited with equal severity on both man and woman.
Holy is the hand that works for peace and for justice, / holy is the mouth that speaks for goodness / holy is the foot that walks toward mercy.
Den dat little man in black dar, he say women can’t have as much rights as men, ‘cause Christ wasn’t a woman! … Whar did your Christ come from? From God and a woman. Man had notin’ to do wid Him.
As a nation, we began by declaring that “all men are created equal.” We now practically read it “all men are created equal, except negroes.” When the Know-Nothings get control, it will read “all men are created equal, except negroes, and foreigners, and catholics.” When it comes to this I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretence of loving liberty—to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, and without the base alloy of hypocracy [sic].
I was never so naïve or foolish as to think that if you merely believe in something it happens. You must struggle for it.
Every era of renaissance has come out of new freedoms for peoples. The coming renaissance will be greater than any in human history, for this time all the peoples of the earth will share in it.
I remember when I was a boy and I heard repeated time and time again the phrase, “My country, right or wrong, my country!” How absolutely absurd is such an idea. How absolutely absurd to teach this idea to the youth of the country.
When a whole nation is roaring Patriotism at the top of its voice, I am fain to explore the cleanness of its hands and purity of its heart.
Patriotism means to stand by the country. It does not mean to stand by the president or any other public official, save exactly to the degree in which he himself stands by the country.
My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one’s country, not to its institutions or its officeholders … institutions are extraneous, they are its mere clothing, and clothing can wear out, become ragged, cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from winter, disease, and death.
I’m willing to eat animals without faces, such as mollusks, on the theory that they’re not sufficiently sentient to suffer. No, this isn’t “facist” of me ….
I was a-trembling, because I’d got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself, “All right, then, I’ll GO to hell.”
The fabric of my faithful love / No power shall dim or ravel / Whilst I stay here—but oh, my dear, / If I should ever travel!
Traveling is a fool’s paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.
If you don’t know where you’re going, you’ll wind up somewhere else.
Without such a thing as fast food there would be no need for slow food ….
She is convinced there is no civilization without bialys, a bialy being a sort of Brooklyn tortilla.
But the fruit that will fall without shaking, / Indeed is too mellow for me.
As life’s pleasures go, food is second only to sex. Except for salami and eggs. Now that’s better than sex, but only if the salami is thickly sliced.
It’s a lot easier to slap a health claim on a box of sugary cereal than on a potato or carrot, with the perverse result that the most healthful foods in the supermarket sit there quietly in the produce section, silent as stroke victims, while a few aisles over, the Cocoa Puffs and Lucky Charms are screaming about their newfound whole-grain goodness.
Who has told you that the fruit belies the flower? For the fruit you have not tasted, and the flower you know but by report.
Oats—A grain which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.
I do not like green eggs and ham. / I do not like them Sam I Am.
When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it.
Having someone else peel your potatoes can be habit-forming.
Ever notice on a box of cookies it says, “Open here.” What do they think you’re gonna do—move to Hong Kong to open their cookies?
Too many cooks may spoil the broth, but it only takes one to burn it.
Four of the five basic French sauces are certainly unknown even by name to half the population of France.
I read recipes the same way I read science fiction. I get to the end and think, “Well, that’s not going to happen.”
Usually one’s cooking is better than one thinks it is.
“I probably couldn’t learn to cook creole food, anyway. It’s too complicated.” // “Sheeit. Ain’t nothing but onions, green peppers and garlic. Put that in everything and you got creole food.”
I hereby affirm my own right as a Jewish American feminist to make chicken soup, even though I sometimes take it out of a can.
If God did not intend for us to eat animals, then why did he make them out of meat?
Remember, you are alone in the kitchen, and no one can see you.
What is sauce for the goose may be sauce for the gander, but it is not necessarily sauce for the chicken, the duck, the turkey, or the guinea hen.
A cookbook is only as good as its worst recipe.
This is a book for the servantless American cook who can be unconcerned on occasion with budgets, waistlines, time schedules, children’s meals, the parent-chauffeur-den mother syndrome or anything else which might interfere with the enjoyment of producing something wonderful to eat.
Comparing the cooking of a dish to the painting of a picture, it has always seemed to me that however much the cook or painter did to cover any weakness would not in the least avail. Such devices would only emphasize the weakness.
Diets, like clothes, should be tailored to you.
Vegetarians claim to be immune from most diseases but they have been known to die from time to time.
I’m so compulsive about losing weight, I weigh myself after I cough.
It is wonderful, if we choose the right diet, what an extraordinary small quantity would suffice.
“How long does getting thin take?” Pooh asked anxiously.
Give me a dozen such heart-breaks, if that would help me to lose a couple of pounds.
Learn how to cook! That’s the way to save money. You don’t save it buying hamburger helpers, and prepared food; you save it buying fresh foods in season or in large supply, when they are cheapest and usually best, and you prepare them from scratch at home. Why pay for someone else’s work, when if you know how to do it, you can save all that money for yourself?
Burning dinner is not incompetence but war.
A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite. And to act so is immoral.
But, lady, as women, what wisdom may be ours if not the philosophies of the kitchen? … I often say, when observing these trivial details: had Aristotle prepared victuals, he would have written more.
It is my view that the vegetarian manner of living by its purely physical effect on the human temperament would most beneficially influence the lot of mankind.
There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine is drunk. And that is my answer when people ask me: Why do you write about hunger, and not wars or love?
To a waitress in a restaurant: I didn’t squawk about the steak, dear. I merely said I didn’t see that old horse that used to be tethered outside here.
Bread that must be sliced with an ax is bread that is too nourishing.
Can one be inspired by rows of prepared canned meals? Never. One must get nearer to creation to be able to create, even in the kitchen.
From supper to bedtime is twice as long as from breakfast to supper.
He showed me his bill of fare to tempt me to dine with him; said I, I value not your bill of fare, give me your bill of company.
An empty stomach is not a good political adviser.
Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.
After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one’s own relations.
It’s a scientific fact that your body will not absorb cholesterol if you take it from another person’s plate.
What a nuisance! Why should one have to eat? And what shall we eat this evening?
There is small danger of being starved in our land of plenty; but the danger of being stuffed is imminent.
One of the stupidest things in an earnest but stupid school of culinary thought is that each of the three daily meals should be “balanced.” Of course, where countless humans are herded together, as in military camps or schools or prisons, it is necessary to strike what is ironically called the happy medium. In this case, what kills the least number with the most ease is the chosen way.
Indigestion is charged by God with enforcing morality on the stomach.
A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.
One must eat to live, and not live to eat.
Our national drug is alcohol. We tend to regard the use of any other drug with special horror.
Give an Irishman lager for a month, and he’s a dead man. An Irishman is lined with copper, and the beer corrodes it. But whiskey polishes the copper and is the saving of him, sir.
Scientists announced that they have located the gene for alcoholism. They found it at a party, talking way too much.
Don’t you hate people who drink white wine? I mean, my dear, every alcoholic in town is getting falling-down drunk on white wine. They think they aren’t drunks because they only drink wine. Never, never trust anyone who asks for white wine. It means they’re phonies.
Wine makes a man more pleased with himself. I do not say that it makes him more pleasing to others.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink / For fellows whom it hurts to think.
What are the means and the causes that lead a man into a merry spirit! Truly, in my best judgment, it seems that there are good sports and honest games in which a man takes pleasure without any repentance afterward.
When life hands you lemons, make whisky sours.
Life is like a mirror. Smile at it and it smiles back at you.
… in recent years it has sometimes seemed that [sports] officials might as well simply hang a calculator around the neck of the winner.
I think most people think I am like the mother of modern sports … I happened to come along at a time when the world was ready for some change.
Karate is a form of martial arts in which people who have had years and years of training can, using only their hands and feet, make some of the worst movies in the history of the world.
The motto of professional athletics has been clear for some time—it isn’t how you play the game, it’s whether you win.
When one is hunting, the air has another, more exquisite feel as it glides over the skin or enters the lungs, the rocks acquire a more expressive physiognomy, and the vegetation becomes loaded with meaning.
No humane being, past the thoughtless age of boyhood, will wantonly murder any creature which holds its life by the same tenure that he does.
I will now choose among four good sports and honorable pastimes—to whit, among hunting, hawking, fishing and fowling. The best, in my simple judgment, is fishing, called angling, with a rod and a line and a hook.
Fishing is boring, unless you catch an actual fish—then it is disgusting.
Fishing … is a sport invented by insects and you are the bait.
My candle burns at both its ends; / It will not last the night; / But oh, my foes, and oh, my friends / It gives a lovely light.
“A desire to have all the fun,” he says, “is nine-tenths of the law of chivalry.”
… fun was all the truth we needed.
Everything that’s fun in life is dangerous.
Pleasure that isn’t paid for is as insipid as everything else that’s free.
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, / A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou / Beside me singing in the Wilderness.
Cut if you will, with Sleep’s dull knife, / Each day to half its length, my friend,— / The years that time takes off my life, / He’ll take from off the other end!
How pleasant to sit on the beach, / On the beach, on the sand, in the sun, / With ocean galore within reach, / And nothing at all to be done!
They exchanged one or two universal if minor truths—pleasure was so often more exhausting than the hardest work ….
Business was his aversion; pleasure was his business.
You do too much. Go and do nothing for a while. Nothing.
Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people.
Tango is such torture that I was glad to discover the Texas two-step, which was much more fun.
The Oscars is really I guess the one night of the year when you can see all your favorite stars without having to donate any money to the Democratic Party.
One cannot have too large a party. A large party secures its own amusement.
Hostesses who entertain much must make up their parties as ministers make up their cabinets, on grounds other than personal liking.
The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments ….
Last year my husband decided a mere television was no longer enough for us. We needed surround sound. It was imperative we go into immediate debt over two side-speakers, a center speaker, and a subwoofer. A man who doesn’t listen to anything I say wanted to hear strangers talk to him from four different angles.
If I’d taken my doctor’s advice and quit smoking when he advised me to, I wouldn’t have lived to go to his funeral.
A woman is an occasional pleasure but a cigar is always a smoke.
There’s nothing quite like tobacco: it’s the passion of decent folk, and whoever lives without tobacco doesn’t deserve to live.
Our nation has withstood many divisions—North and South, black and white, labor and management—but I do not know if the country can survive division into smoking and non-smoking sections.
Once … in the wilds of Afghanistan, I lost my corkscrew, and we were forced to live on nothing but food and water for days.
You know a little drink now and then never hurt nobody, but when you can’t git started without asking the bottle, you in trouble.
I love to drink Martinis, / Two at the very most / Three, I’m under the table; / Four, I’m under the host.
I exercise extreme self control. I never drink anything stronger than gin before breakfast.
When I was in England I experimented with marijuana a time or two—and didn’t like it—and didn’t inhale and never tried inhaling again.
The seven dwarfs were each on different little trips. Happy was into grass and grass alone … Sleepy was into reds. Grumpy. Too much speed. Sneezy was a full blown coke freak. Doc was a connection. Dopey was into everything. Any old orifice will do for Dopey. He’s always got his arm out and his leg up. And then, the one we always forget, because he was, Bashful. Bashful didn’t use drugs. He was paranoid on his own. Didn’t need any help on that ladder.
Drugs are very much a part of professional sports today, but when you think about it, golf is the only sport where the players aren’t penalized for being on grass.
Chemically induced hallucinations, delusions and raptures may be frightening or wonderfully gratifying; in either case they are in the nature of confidence tricks played on one’s own nervous system.
Jamaica. They would never make an Atomic Bomb; they may make an Atomic Bong. But I’d rather fight a war with an Atomic Bong. Cuz when the Atomic Bomb goes off there’s devastation and radiation. When the Atomic Bong goes off there’s celebration!
Every generation finds the drug it needs.
… I used to think that communing with nature was a healing, positive thing. Now, I think I’d like to commune with other things—like room service and temperature control.
But travel is by no means a prerequisite to getting lost.
Travel broadens, they say. My personal experience has been that, in the short term at any rate, it merely flattens, aiming its steam-roller of deadlines and details straight at one’s daily life, leaving a person flat and gasping at its passage.
Being abroad makes you conscious of the whole imitative side of human behavior. The ape in man.
I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.
To put it rather bluntly, I am not the type who wants to go back to the land; I am the type who wants to go back to the hotel.
Have people lost their minds? Can someone possibly think that sitting out on a stinking, floating Vegas hotel for five days, running into the same people all day, could be interpreted as a vacation?
Get your own entry in an encyclopedia. In the media age, everybody was famous for 15 minutes. In the Wikipedia age, everybody can be an expert in five minutes. Special bonus: You can edit your own entry to make yourself seem even smarter.
“Pleasing for a moment,” said Helen, smiling, “is of some consequence; for, if we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves, you know.”
We have belittled the son of man by giving him foolish and degrading toys, a world of idleness where he is suffocated by a badly conceived discipline.
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, / Before we too into the Dust descend.
Laughter isn’t even the other side of tears. It is tears turned inside out.
Most people don’t know how to have a good time, any more than spoiled children. I show them. I spend their money for them, and they’re grateful for it. I’ve got nothing to lose, because I live by my wits. They can’t take that away from me.
Those who try to make life one long holiday find that they need a holiday from that too.
Happiness [is] prosperity combined with virtue.
The power of doing anything with quickness is always much prized by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance.
I intend to do everything that frightens me.
Action limits us; whereas in the state of contemplation we are endlessly expansive.
Commit actions and the ideas will follow.
The biggest sin is sitting on your ass.
The ancestor of every action is a thought.
A Deed knocks first at Thought / And then—it knocks at Will— / That is the manufacturing spot.
An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises.
No, Ernest, don’t talk about action … It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.
To meditate is to labour; to think is to act.
Man can do as he will, but not will as he will.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
Life is risky. You can decide to live your life afraid of that happening, or you can decide to live your life the way Americans live their lives, which is unafraid. There’s no reason to have this increased fear.

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