It takes a clever man to turn cynic and a wise man clever enough not to.
Every day we shall see about us evidence of human pettiness, greed, self-centeredness. But if we observe carefully we also see human nobility, generosity, self-surrender and genuine religious conviction and action. The cynic remembers only man’s faults – that is why he remains a cynic. The wise man remembers his brother’s virtues. Which shall we choose to remember?
A cynic is not merely one who reads bitter lessons from the past, he is one who is prematurely disappointed in the future.
An idealist believes the short run doesn't count. A cynic believes the long run doesn't matter. A realist believes that what is done or left undone in the short run determines the long run.
Cynic: n. A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be.
The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin and never seeing noble game.
The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is a human owl, vigilant in darkness, and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.
The scholar without good breeding is a pedant; the philosopher, a cynic; the soldier, a brute; and every man disagreeable.
There's nothing more tragic than a young cynic because then the person has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
A cynic can chill and dishearten with a single word.
A cynic is not merely one who reads bitter lessons from the past; he is one who is prematurely disappointed in the future.
A cynic is a man who looks at the world with a monocle in his mind's eye.
I acquired expensive habits and affected manners. I got a third-class degree and a first-class illusion: that I was a poet. But nothing could have been less poetic that my seeing-through-all boredom with life in general and with making a living in particular. I was too green to know that all cynicism masks a failure to cope-- an impotence, in short; and that to despise all effort is the greatest effort of all. But I did absorb a small dose of one permanently useful thing, Oxford's greatest gift to civilized life: Socratic honesty. It showed me, very intermittently, that it is not enough to revolt against one's past. One day I was outrageously bitter among some friends about the Army; back in my own rooms later it suddenly struck me that just because I said with impunity things that would have apoplexed my dead father, I was still no less under his influence. The truth was I was not a cynic by nature, only by revolt. I had got away from what I hated, but I hadn't found where I loved, and so I pretended that there was nowhere to love. Handsomely equipped to fail, I went out into the world.
The cynic says, One man can't do anything. I say, Only one man can do anything.
The end and aim of the Cynic philosophy, as indeed of every philosophy, is happiness, but happiness that consists in living according to nature, and not according to the opinions of the multitude.
No man ever raised a monument to a cynic or wrote a poem about a man without faith.
The cynic never grows up, but commits intellectual suicide.
You will never win if you never begin.
Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie.