“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.”
― Selected Poems of Oscar Wilde including the Ballad of Reading Gaol
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.”
― Selected Poems of Oscar Wilde including the Ballad of Reading Gaol
“You cling so tightly to your purity, my lad! How terrified you are of sullying your hands. Well, go ahead then, stay pure! What good will it do, and why even bother coming here among us? Purity is a concept of fakirs and friars. But you, the intellectuals, the bourgeois anarchists, you invoke purity as your rationalization for doing nothing. Do nothing, don’t move, wrap your arms tight around your body, put on your gloves. As for myself, my hands
are dirty. I have plunged my arms up to the elbows in excrement and blood. And what else should one do? Do you suppose that it is possible to govern
innocently?”
― Les Mains sales
are dirty. I have plunged my arms up to the elbows in excrement and blood. And what else should one do? Do you suppose that it is possible to govern
innocently?”
― Les Mains sales
“Offri al popolo gare che si possono vincere ricordando le parole di canzoni molto popolari, o il nome delle capitali dei vari Stati dell'Unione o la quantità di grano che lo Iowa ha prodotto l'anno passato. Riempi loro i crani di dati non combustibili, imbottiscili di "fatti" al punto che non si possano più muovere tanto son pieni, ma sicuri d'essere "veramente bene informati". Dopo di che avranno la certezza di pensare, la sensazione del movimento, quando in realtà sono fermi come un macigno. E saranno felici, perché fatti di questo genere sono sempre gli stessi.”
― Fahrenheit 451
― Fahrenheit 451
“Ciò che abbellisce il deserto», disse il piccolo principe, «è che nasconde un pozzo in qualche luogo...»”
― The Little Prince
― The Little Prince
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