Quotes About Society

The old-fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out. 

Here are two chairs; let us sit down and see the smart people go by.

Más de la mitad de la cultura moderna depende de lo que no debería leerse

A hippie is like a cockroach. So are the beatniks. So are the Chicanos. We're all around, Judge. And judges do not pick us to serve on Grand Juries

Here a young girl in high heels wears a bikini, a blue bikini, with blonde hair. Standing next to her is a girl as young as Rosalie, in a mini-skirt and a strap over her little red nipples

All around us, insurance companies with patriotic names are housed in gigantic towers of white plaster. Here prestigious law firms perform their business for rich people who live next to jaded movie stars

Through money, democracy becomes its own destroyer, after money has destroyed intellect.

Socialism is nothing but the capitalism of the lower classes.

Long ago the country bore the country-town and nourished it with her best blood. Now the giant city sucks the country dry, insatiably and incessantly demanding and devouring fresh streams of men, till it wearies and dies in the midst of an almost uninhabited waste of country.

When the Englishman speaks of national wealth he means the number of millionaires in the country.

In place of a true-type people, born of and grown on the soil, there is a new sort of nomad, cohering unstably in fluid masses, the parasitical city dweller, traditionless, utterly matter-of-fact, religionless, clever, unfruitful, deeply contemptuous of the countryman and especially that highest form of countryman, the country gentleman...

All America is divided into two classes - the quality and the equality. The latter will always recognize the former when mistaken for it.

I keep hearing this fucking thing that guns don't kill people, but people kill people. If that's the case, why do we give people guns when they go to war? Why not just send the people?

Pink Floyd was music for rich college kids, and we were the exact f**king opposite of that.

If England wants a happy, well-fed aristocracy, she mustn't have wars. She can't have it both ways.

She is a waitress at his lordships club. My God! The Proletariat! The lower middle classes, sir. Well, yes, by stretching it a bit, perhaps.

It's the burglars!" quavered Mrs. Hignett. In the stress of recent events she had completely forgotten the existence of those enemies of society. "They were dancing in the hall when I arrived, and now they're playing the orchestrion!" "Light-hearted chaps!" said Eustace, admiring the sang-froid of the criminal world. "Full of spirits!

In a crass and materialistic world there must inevitably be a scattered few here and there in whom pumpkins touch no chord.

Another two-bowl morning? - Damien Maslin asking Zoey Redbird if her love of cereal was the reason she was almost late for Vamp Soc class

C-sections and epidurals should be blessings to women, but I suddenly wondered if they had become a means from which to steal the magic of the power of birth away from a generation of mothers.

Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.

It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?

There's no doubt about it, being a policeman warps a man's mind and ruins that sunny faith in his fellow human beings which is the foundation of a lovable character. There seems to be no way of avoiding this.

There's too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste.