Quotes About Knowledge

She didn't want to know how a thing was done, but why. That can be embarrassing. You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor girl's better off dead.

Existe mais de uma maneira de queimar um livro. E o mundo está cheio de pessoas carregando fósforos acesos.

Man, when I was younger I shoved my ignorance in people's faces. They beat me with sticks. By the time I was forty my blunt instrument had been honed to a fine cutting point for me. If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.

El fanático incendiario de libros se da cuenta entonces de que todo el pueblo ha escondido los libros memorizándolos. ¡Hay libros por todas partes, escondidos en la cabeza de la gente! El hombre se vuelve loco, y la historia termina.

instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators,...

Some day the load we're carrying with us may help someone. But even when we had the books on hand, a long time ago, we didn't use what we got out of them. We went right on insulting the dead. We went right on spitting in the graves of all the poor ones who died before us.

Most of us can't rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book.

Faber sniffed the book. Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land?

Quizá los libros nos saquen un poco de esta oscuridad. Quizá eviten que cometamos los mismos condenados errores.

Llénalos de noticias incombustibles. Sentirán que la información los ahoga, pero se creerán inteligentes

Cram them full of non-combustable data, chock them so damn full of facts they feel stuffed, but absolutely brilliant with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

A little learning is a dangerous thing. Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring; There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking largely sobers us again.' Pope.

Last night I've thought about all that kerosene I've used in the past 10 years, and I thought about books. And for the first time, I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper, and I'd never even thought that thought before. It took some man a lifetime maybe to put some of his thoughts down, looking around at the world and life. And then I come walking in and BOOM, it's all over.

?t ph?i có cái gì Ä'ó trong nh?ng cu?n sách, nh?ng th? ta không th? hình dung, nó khi?n cho ng??i Ä'àn bà ? l?i trong c?n nhà cháy, ph?i có cái gì ??y ? trong Ä'ó. Em ? l?i Ä'âu ph?i ch?ng vì má»™t cái gì.

thing like this happen? I wish we'd brought Einstein with

After all, when we had all the books we needed, we still insisted on finding the highest cliff to jump off. But we do need a breather. We do need knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to jump off.

It's not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books.

Hästi sõnastatud teadmised on hea vaimutoit,» ütles Philip Sidney. Aga teisest küljest: «Sõnad on nagu puude lehed — sealt, kus neid on ohtralt, võib harva leida palju mõistuse vilja.» Alexander Pope.

One of our problems today is that we are not well acquainted with the literature of the spirit.' 'We're interested in the news of the day and the problems of the hour.

What we're learning in our schools is not the wisdom of life. We're learning technologies, we're getting information.

All men are competent to know the mind of God. There is no revelation special to any people.

we are at this moment participating in one of the very greatest leaps of the human spirit to a knowledge not only of our outside nature but also of our own deep inward mystery.

They believed their words. Everybody shows a respectful deference to certain sounds that he and his fellows can make. But about feelings people really know nothing. We talk with indignation or enthusiasm; we talk about oppression, cruelty, crime, devotion, self-sacrifice, virtue, and we know nothing real beyond the words. Nobody knows what suffering or sacrifice mean- except, perhaps the victims of the mysterious purpose of these illusions.

Jim's father possessed such certain knowledge of the Unknowable as made for the righteousness of people in cottages without disturbing the ease of mind of those whom an unerring Providence enables to live in mansions.