Quotes About Culture

One book calls to another unexpectedly, creating alliances across different cultures and centuries.

We are losing our common vocabulary, built over thousands of years to help and delight and instruct us, for the sake of what we take to be the new technology's virtues.

We can live in a society founded on the book and yet not read, or we can live in a society where the book is merely an accessory and be, in the deepest, truest sense, a reader.

Not until I came to Canada did I realize that snow was a four-letter word.

Words tell us what we, as a society, believe the world to be

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Was andere als unsere Errungenschaften betrachten, ist oft nicht das, was wir selbst so sehen.

Back to culture. Yes, actually to culture. You can't consume much if you sit still and read books.

But that's the price we have to pay for stability. You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. We've sacrificed the high art.

You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art.

Like every other good thing in this world, leisure and culture have to be paid for. Fortunately, however, it is not the leisured and the cultured who have to pay. Let us be duly thankful for that, my dear Denis--duly thankful.

La teología de un pueblo refleja el estado de las nalgas de sus niños.

Every individual is at once the beneficiary and the victim of the linguistic tradition into which he has been born.

She was accustomed in London to associate only with first-rate people who liked first-rate things, and she knew that there were very, very few first-rate things in the world, and that those were mostly French.

A people's theology reflects the state of it's children's bottoms.

Is it true that human beings are nothing but the products of their social environment? And if it is not true, what justification can there be for maintaining that the individual is less important than the group of which he is a member?

The strange words rolled through his mind; rumbled, like talking thunder; like the drums at the summer dances, if the drums could have spoken; like the men singing the Corn Song, beautiful, beautiful, so that you cried.

civilization is sterilization

From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.

You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. We've sacrificed the high art.

which is better—to be born stupid into an intelligent society or intelligent into an insane one?

In real life there is no such person as the average man. There are only particular men, women and children, each with his or her inborn idiosyncrasies of mind and body, and all trying (or becoming compelled) to squeeze their biological diversities into the uniformity of some cultural mold.

Imagine the folly of allowing people to play elaborate games which do nothing whatever to increase consumption. It's

Le galbe évasé de ses hanches: had one ever read a French novel in which that phrase didn't occur?