This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
In its pure form, fascism is the sum total of all irrational reactions of the average human character. To the narrow-minded sociologist who lacks the courage to recognize the enormous role played by the irrational in human history, the fascist race theory appears as nothing but an imperialistic interest or even a mere “prejudice.” The violence and the ubiquity of these “race prejudices” show their origin from the irrational part of the human character. The race theory is not a creation of fascism. No: fascism is a creation of race hatred and its politically organized expression. Correspondingly, there is a German, Italian, Spanish, Anglo-Saxon, Jewish and Arabian fascism.
Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman
I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.
Warren Buffett, fully Warren Edward Buffett, aka Oracle of Omaha
The major asset in this category is gold, currently a huge favorite of investors who fear almost all other assets, especially paper money (of whose value, as noted, they are right to be fearful). Gold, however, has two significant shortcomings, being neither of much use nor procreative. True, gold has some industrial and decorative utility, but the demand for these purposes is both limited and incapable of soaking up new production. Meanwhile, if you own one ounce of gold for an eternity, you will still own one ounce at its end.
Behavior | Experience | Future | Hate | Nothing | People | Plan | Rationality | Will |
Where is our comfort but in the free, uninvolved, finally mysterious beauty and grace of this world that we did not make, that has no price? Where is our sanity but there? Where is our pleasure but in working and resting kindly in the presence of this world?
W. C. Fields, stage name for William Claude Dukenfield
I believe in tying the marriage knot, as long as it's around the woman's neck.
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W. E. B. Du Bois, fully William Edward Burghardt Du Bois
The history of the American Negro is the history of this strife, -- this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge his double self into a better and truer self. In this merging he wishes neither of the older selves to be lost... He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American...
Consideration | Death | Disagreement | Inevitable | Loyalty | Loyalty | Opposition | Patriotism | Position | Reconciliation | Right | Slavery | Spirit |
W. C. Fields, stage name for William Claude Dukenfield
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The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair.
Age | Art | Beauty | Consciousness | Culture | Elegance | Evidence | Excitement | Failure | Family | Good | Hate | Health | Life | Life | Loneliness | Marriage | Past | People | Politics | Recreation | Reward | Science | Self | Talking | Time | Work | World | Failure | Loss | Art | Beauty |
Vita Sackville-West, fully The Hon Victoria Mary Sackville-West, Lady Nicolson
Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mild even in indignation, taking by the hand one that obeyed them mutely, as a child submissive to a law he does not understand.
Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
Some people and I am one of them hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.
Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
Sometimes... Come on, how often exactly, Bert? Can you recall four, five, more such occasions? Or would no human heart have survived two or three? Sometimes (I have nothing to say in reply to your question), while Lolita would be haphazardly preparing her homework, sucking a pencil, lolling sideways in an easy chair with both legs over its arm, I would shed all my pedagogic restraint, dismiss all our quarrels, forget all my masculine pride - and literally crawl on my knees to your chair, my Lolita! You would give me one look - a gray furry question mark of a look: Oh no, not again (incredulity, exasperation); for you never deigned to believe that I could, without any specific designs, ever crave to bury my face in your plaid skirt, my darling! The fragility of those bare arms of yours - how I longed to enfold them, all your four limpid lovely limbs, a folded colt, and take your head between my unworthy hands, and pull the temple-skin back on both sides, and kiss your Chinesed eyes, and - Please, leave me alone, will you, you would say, for Christ's sake leave me alone. And I would get up from the floor while you looked on, your face deliberately twitching in imitation of my tic nerveux. But never mind, never mind, I am only a brute, never mind, let us go on with my miserable story.
Voltaire, pen name of François-Marie Arouet NULL
I have always made one prayer to God, a very short one. Here it is: My God, make our enemies very ridiculous! God has granted it to me.
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