Quotes About Class

Black is a girl's best friend.

a lady to her fingertips.

If you're black and middle-class…every day you're [going to get] a lot of crap. You're going to get angry.

Informality is the vice of the masses.

WOMEN, SEXUAL ROLES AND CHILDREN There is much evidence that women held their own in Viking society, even though men had the upper hand. Many exercised independent authority and were respected as members of their own social class, and their status may have improved during the Viking Age, since men were often away on long military expeditions or trading voyages, leaving the women in charge of everything at home.

Anyone who is into his/her destiny can't/won't sit below the salt. i.e. he/she will hardly be of low social class. Yes, because a destiny discovered/fulfilled is bound to make a remarkable difference.

Once man loses his faculty of indifference he becomes a potential murderer; once he transforms his idea into a god the consequences are incalculable. We kill only in the name of a god or of his counterfeits: the excesses provoked by the goddess Reason, by the concept of nation, class, or race are akin to those of the Inquisition or of the Reformation

Talvolta erano gli stessi esponenti dell'aristocrazia che sobillavano le folle contro l'assolutismo monarchico per difendere o recuperare i loro privilegi, ostentati come garanzia di libertà contro il dispotismo del re. L'aristocrazia si serviva della protesta dei poveri per rinsaldare il proprio predominio sulle classi inferiori. Contadini

As Nic said, second-hand clothes were like day drinking, government handouts and having a lawyer: classy if you're rich, proof you're trash if you're poor.

But a good Government is well worth a great deal of social dullness. The dignified torpor of English society is inevitable if we give precedence, not to the cleverest classes, but to the oldest classes, and we have seen how useful that is.

If there is a State, there must be domination of one class by another and, as a result, slavery; the State without slavery is unthinkable -- and this is why we are the enemies of the State.

Either this organisation of injustice with its entire machine of oppressive laws and privileged institutions, must disappear, or else the proletariat is condemned to eternal slavery. This is the quintessence of the Socialist idea, whose germs can be found in the instinct of every serious thinking worker.

Beauty is an ill-defined attribute of certain members of an ill-defined class; and for the class itself there is no very convenient name. We might describe its members as "objects of aesthetic interest" always bearing in mind that this description (as I use it) applies to objects of the most varying degrees of excellence—to the small as well as the great, the trifling as well as the sublime: to conjuring and dancing; to literature, art, and natural beauty.

How, then, are we to class this strange amalgam of criticism and credulity? What purpose can it serve? To whom will it appeal? Whose beliefs will it alter even by a hair's breadth?

I had a momentary vision of Brooklands' entire middle class, its prosperous lawyers, doctors and senior managers, being confined to their own ghetto, with nothing to do all day except groom their ponies and swing their croquet mallets.

There are men so situated in life that they can never enter the brilliant sphere in which honest women move, whether for want of a coat, or from their bashfulness, or from the failure of a mahout to introduce them.

Let's have no beating about the bush. Not every yahoo in a first-night seat is my peer.

Because some people dressed more expensively and lived in a higher stratum of society, it did not make them less human. They were born and they died. They sought for happiness in the same way as the humblest scullery-maid or the lowest paid stable-boy wanted to be happy in their lives.

The 'working poor,' as they are approvingly termed, are in fact the major philanthropists of our society.

My dear girl, you must cultivate a taste for the finer things. Civilized pleasures give meaning to life.

What proportion of the peasantry was well off and what poor is judged by what they bequeathed, and since the poorest had nothing to leave, they remain mute. For no other class is that famous goal of the historian, wie es wirklich war (how it really was), so elusive.

Of England's patrician class, the author writes: "It was easy to be agreeable when everything was done to keep them in comfort and ease.

This was the Evangelical Revival that now began to take hold on the propertied class, who, frightened by what was happening in France, were anxiously mending their fences, spiritual as well as political. To escape rationalism's horrid daughter, revolution, they were only too willing to be enfolded in the anti-intellectual embrace of Evangelicalism, even if it demanded faith and good works and a willing suspension of disbelief.

The English patrician bloomed in his natural climate.