Joseph Heller Quotes
Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window, and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all.
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There must be right and wrong answers to questions of morality and values that potentially fall within the purview of science. On this view, some people and cultures will be right (to a greater or lesser degree), and some will be wrong, with respect to what they deem important in life.
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If your writing collides with the conventional wisdom, there's going to be some kind of friction.
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I'm kind of a reluctant guru.
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I have kind of a personality defect in that I find the word 'no' hard to articulate.
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I didn't want to fall into the trap of complacency.
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I love to bake. There's something very ritualistic about it, kind of magic.
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Women want to feel wanted. Men want to feel needed.
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Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.
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Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.
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I don't get what my signature is supposed to mean if we haven't had some kind of exchange.
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A time will come when a politician who has willfully made war and promoted international dissension will be as sure of the dock and much surer of the noose than a private homicide. It is not reasonable that those who gamble with men's lives should not stake their own.
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The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
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Yoga is a method for restraining the natural turbulence of thoughts, which otherwise impartially prevent all men, of all lands, from glimpsing their true nature of Spirit. Yoga cannot know a barrier of East and West any more than does the healing and equitable light of the sun.
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I want the respect of intelligent men but I will choose for myself the intelligent. I love art but I decide for myself what is art. I adore beauty but only my own soul shall tell me what is beauty. I worship God but I define and describe God for myself. I am an individual. The pleasure of my own heart shall be first to inform me when I have done good work.
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A loafer never works except when there's a fire; then he will carry out more furniture than anybody.
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I am not meet for petty men, the book a boss: They saw not Arthur's virtue beyond the Fort of Glasses. Three score centuries of men stationed on the wall: to speak with its sentinel was not easy. Three fulnesses of Prydwen we went with Arthur, Save for seven none came up from Fort Hindrance.
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… and they watched the fire which does contain within it something of men themselves inasmuch as they are less without it and are divided from their origins and are exiles. For each fire is all fires, the first fire and the last ever to be.
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(Carmine Crocco) In such a crowd, so numerous and composed of such heterogeneous elements, it might have appeared almost absurd to look for discipline; but perfect discipline there was, for, whatever his other qualities might be, Crocco most undoubtedly was a 'ruler of men'. His word in that band was law, and the punishment of disaffection was death.
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Strength of body is nobility in beasts of burden, strength of character is nobility in men.
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Today's case demonstrates that the corrupt practices first laid bare in the Marsh suit are present in additional sectors of the industry, ... Secret payoffs and conflicts of interest that infected the market for property and casualty insurance have taken root in the employee benefits market as well.
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I am searching for the proper harmony of rhythm and unchanging proportion, as I wrote in the article. And I cannot tell you how difficult it is. Mondrian is reacting on Van Doesburg criticism of the strong domination of the regular grid in Mondrian's latest paintings
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A lifelong intimacy with animals has got me out of the common notion that they are automata with a slight infusion of intelligence in their composition. The mind in beast and bird, as in man, is the main thing.
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Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window, and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all.
