#cal

The comfort of the rich depends upon an abundant supply of the poor. ↗

— Voltaire

#comfort

Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#comfort

I was astonished, bewildered. This was America, a country where, whatever its faults, people could speak, write, assemble, demonstrate without fear. It was in the Constitution, the Bill of Rights. We were a democracy... But I knew it wasn't a dream; there was a painful lump on the side of my head... The state and its police were not neutral referees in a society of contending interests. They were on the side of the rich and powerful. Free speech? Try it and the police will be there with their horses, their clubs, their guns, to stop you. From that moment on, I was no longer a liberal, a believer in the self-correcting character of American democracy. I was a radical, believing that something fundamental was wrong in this country--not just the existence of poverty amidst great wealth, not just the horrible treatment of black people, but something rotten at the root. The situation required not just a new president or new laws, but an uprooting of the old order, the introduction of a new kind of society--cooperative, peaceful, egalitarian. ↗

— Howard Zinn

#authoritarianism #bill-of-rights #constitution #democracy #egalitarianism

Your right of religious freedom ends where my right of religious abstinence begins... ↗

— T. Rafael Cimino

#obama #political-philosophy #politicians #politics #religion

This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#despair #poetry #world

Then I shall bid thee goodnight, my dear. Sweet pixies watch over the dusty moonlight of your dreams, Jessameine. ↗

— Jennifer Silverwood

#fairies #fairy-tale #paranormal-romance #pixies #whimsical-humour

Just a bullet a bag and a dream that's all I had now look at what I got ↗

— Saira Viola

#social-realism #topical #dreams

Dreams link us to those who have already left this life. ↗

— Doug Dillon

#dreams #dying #immortality #inspiration #metaphysical

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#inspirational #whimsical #dreams

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#dreams