“Bodisham insisted upon a series of conferences with practically all the Group present and participating. The egg of the world revolution was indeed incubated in meetings very like tutorial classes. Our dramatic and romantic dispositions would have it otherwise, but that was the course reality chose to take. It was begotten of a sentence, it was fostered in talk. In the beginning was the Word. There is no strong, silent man in the history of the world renascence. "I've got so little to say," said Dreed, and he was the nearest approach to speechlessness in the Group. "All the more reason for coming to listen," said Rud. They had to understand each other, Bodisham urged, and to keep on understanding each other. "You have to talk a movement into being," he said, "and you have to keep it alert by talk. You have to write and keep on writing memoranda on the different expressions of our fundamental ideas, as fact challenges them. It is laborious but absolutely necessary." So long as Lenin lived, Bodisham argued, he wrote and talked and explained, and when he died progress in Russia turned its face to the wall. The hope went out of the Russian experiment. "You have to play the role of Lenin in our movement," said Bodisham. The Common-sense Party had to keep alive mentally even if it risked serious internal conflicts. Rigidity was a sign of death. Fixed creeds were the coffins of belief.” ThinkingIdeasConversationDebateThoughtDiscussion Book:The Holy Terror Source: The Holy Terror
“When we've got a common philosophy and a common objective; then we can advance in open order. We shall be a great team. But we've got to make sure of that common set of ideas. Maybe we shall find our formulae difficult for some of these new types. If we keep our minds open, we may find that they are right and that our formulae have to be modified. Probably -- it's a thought that shouldn't dishearten us -- but probably we don't know everything.” IgnoranceThoughtOpenmindedness Book:The Holy Terror Source: The Holy Terror
“Her mind escaped between them, and went exploring for itself through the great gaps they had made in the simple obedient assumptions of her girlhood. That question originally put in Paradise, "Why shouldn't we?" came into her mind and stayed there. It is a question that marks a definite stage in the departure from innocence. Things that had seemed opaque and immutable appeared translucent and questionable. She began to read more and more in order to learn things and get a light upon things, and less and less to pass the time. Ideas came to her that seemed at first strange altogether and then grotesquely justifiable and then crept to a sort of acceptance by familiarity. And a disturbing intermittent sense of a general responsibility increased and increased in her. You will understand this sense of responsibility which was growing up in Lady Harman's mind if you have felt it yourself, but if you have not then you may find it a little difficult to understand. You see it comes, when it comes at all, out of a phase of disillusionment. All children, I suppose, begin by taking for granted the rightness of things in general, the soundness of accepted standards, and many people are at least so happy that they never really grow out of this assumption. They go to the grave with an unbroken confidence that somewhere behind all the immediate injustices and disorders of life, behind the antics of politics, the rigidities of institutions, the pressure of custom and the vagaries of law, there is wisdom and purpose and adequate provision, they never lose that faith in the human household they acquired amongst the directed securities of home. But for more of us and more there comes a dissolution of these assurances; there comes illumination as the day comes into a candle-lit uncurtained room. The warm lights that once rounded off our world so completely are betrayed for what they are, smoky and guttering candles. Beyond what once seemed a casket of dutiful security is now a limitless and indifferent universe. Ours is the wisdom or there is no wisdom; ours is the decision or there is no decision. That burthen is upon each of us in the measure of our capacity. The talent has been given us and we may not bury it.” ThinkingThoughtQuestioningSkepticism Book:The Wife of Sir Isaac Harman Source: The Wife of Sir Isaac Harman
“Apinamies ikävystytti minua loppujen lopuksi. Se oletti olevansa viiden sormensa ansiosta minun vertaiseni ja lörpötteli minulle kaiken aikaa mitä joutavinta soopaa. Yksi puoli siinä huvitti minua hieman: sillä oli loistava kyky muodostaa uusia sanoja. Se luullakseni uskoi, että mitääntarkoittamattomien sanojen lörpöttely ilmensi puheen syvintä olemusta. Hän kutsui sitä ”isoksi ajatteluksi”, vastakohdaksi ”pienelle ajattelulle” – tavallisten arkisten asioiden käsittelylle. Aina kun lausuin jotain, mitä se ei ymmärtänyt, se ylisti minua vuolaasti, pyysi minua toistamaan sen, opetteli ulkoa ja hoki sitä uudestaan ja uudestaan – pari sanaa väärin siellä täällä – kaikille säyseimmille eläinihmisille. Mitään selkeää ja ymmärrettävää se ei pitänyt missään arvossa. Kehittelin jonkin verran varsin erikoista ”isoa ajattelua” varta vasten apinamiehen käyttöön. Uskon nyt, että se oli älyttömin otus, minkä olen nähnyt; sille oli sille oli kehittynyt mitä mainioin inhimillisen typeryyden asteikko, ilman että se oli menettänyt hitustakaan apinan luontaisesta päättömyydestä.” Human NatureThoughtBullshitWaste Of TimePhilosophy Of LanguageBig ThinkingDoctor MoreauBeast Folk Author:H.G. Wells
“What a huge inaccessible lumber-room of thought and experience we amounted to, I thought; how much we are, how little we transmit.” LifeExperienceThoughtInner Life Book:The Passionate Friends Source: The Passionate Friends
“...I suppose it is a lingering trace of Plutarch and my ineradicable boyish imagination that at bottom our State should be wise, sane, and dignified, that makes me think a country which leaves its medical and literary criticism, or indeed any such vitally important criticism, entirely to private enterprise and open to the advances of any purchaser much be in a frankly hopeless condition.” MoneyCapitalismThoughtCriticiscm Book:Tono-Bungay Source: Tono-Bungay