Philosophy Quote by Lloyd C. Douglas — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Hoarded things might easily become a menace; a mere fire-and-theft risk; a breeding-ground for destructive insects; a source of worry. Men would have plenty of anxieties, but there was no sense in accumulating worries over THINGS! That kind of worry destroyed your character. Even an unused coat, hanging in your closet—it wasn't merely a useless thing that did nobody any good; it was an active agent of destruction to your life. And your LIFE must be saved, at all costs. What would it advantage a man—Jesus had demanded—if he were to gain the whole world, and lose his own life?”

“There are plenty of people, in need of our attention, who have very little with which to repay us. But I feel that we are well within our rights if we cultivate the acquaintance of persons whom we have discovered to be in possession of specialized talents in the field of character-building. One such acquaintance may serve as a stimulant to us; another a sedative. One man laughs his fears and frets away and another growls at them. It is fortunate for us if we can recognize the exact effect that other people have on us. Then we know when to seek or avoid them.”

“It is a queer thing. In a time of great need, when powerful leadership is demanded, the people—confused and excited—hear only the strident voices of the audacious, and refuse to listen to the voice of wisdom which, being wise, is temperate.”

“Perhaps this general degradation was the result of too much crowding, too little privacy, too much noise. You couldn't be decent if you weren't intelligent; you couldn't be intelligent if you couldn't think—and who could think in all this racket? Add the stench to the confusion of cramped quarters, and who could be self-respecting?”

“even nursery tales only echo an almost pre-natal leap of interest and amazement. These tales say that apples were golden only to refresh the forgotten moment when we found that they were green. They make rivers run with wine only to make us remember, for one wild moment, that they run with water.”

“Death is never an excuse to stop living.”

“Grief is the echo of love refusing to vanish.”

“Death as the destruction of all things no longer had meaning when life was revealed to be a fatuous sequence of empty words, the hollow jingle of a jester’s cap and bells.”

“But is all this true?" said Brutha.”

“Ecce homo; si, aquí tenéis al hombre, podéis mirarlo; pero no olvidéis que bajo su humana figura se esconde un dios… Aquí estoy yo, el primer espíritu del siglo, olvidado y despreciado por todos vosotros; soy un desconocido, a pesar de mi grandeza; incluso camino rápidamente hacia la cruz: hacia la demencia, que pronto me arrastrará a sus tinieblas. Mas a pesar de vuestro olvido y vuestro desprecio, «yo soy un destino», soy el heraldo de una nueva época, sobre mí pesa una responsabilidad indecible … Pues yo llevo sobre mis espaldas el destino de la humanidad”