“The art of politics, under democracy, is simply the art of ringing it. Two branches reveal themselves. There is the art of the demagogue, and there is the art of what may be called, by a shot-gun marriage of Latin and Greek, the demaslave. They are complementary, and both of them are degrading to their practitioners. The demagogue is one who preaches doctrines he knows to be untrue to men he knows to be idiots. The demaslave is one who listens to what these idiots have to say and then pretends that he believes it himself.” KnowsMenBelieveMayArtTwoDemocracyGunShotsDoctrineIdiotGreekBranchesLatinUntrueDegradingComplementaryLatin And Greek Author:H. L. Mencken
“I am not fully informed of the practices at Harvard, but there is one from which we shall certainly vary, although it has been copied, I believe, by nearly every college and academy in the United States. That is, the holding the students all to one prescribed course of reading, and disallowing exclusive application to those branches only which are to qualify them for the particular vocations to which they are destined. We shall, on the contrary, allow them uncontrolled choice in the lectures they shall choose to attend, and require elementary qualification only, and sufficient age.” BelieveHas BeensStatesAgeChoicesCoursesReadingI BelieveUnitedEducationKnowledgePracticeUnited StatesLearningStudentsCollegeParticularAuthorityContrarySufficientBranchesApplicationDestinedVocationExclusiveLecturesAcademyVaryHarvardQualificationsFree Thought Book:Thomas Jefferson: A Chronology of His Thoughts Source: Thomas Jefferson: A Chronology of His Thoughts
“I heard the bells from the future churches, the children playing and laughing in the schoolyards [...] and here was an almond tree in bloom before me: I must reach out and cut a flowering branch. For, by believing passionately in something which still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired, whatever we have not irrigated with our blood to such a degree that it becomes strong enough to stride across the somber threshold of nonexistence.” BelieveChildrenDoeStillsEnoughStrongChurchLaughingCuttingHeardTreeBloodDegreesBranchesReach OutBellsStrong EnoughThresholdStrideFloweringChildren PlayingSomberAlmonds Author:Nikos Kazantzakis