Quotes About Tradition

The noble man wants to create something new and a new virtue. The good want the old, and that old should be preserved.

They have something of which they are proud. What do they call it, that which makes them proud? Culture, they call it; it distinguishes them from the goatherds.

In order that there may be institutions, there must be a kind of will, instinct, or imperative, which is anti-liberal to the point of malice: the will to tradition, to authority, to responsibility for centuries to come, to the solidarity of chains of generations, forward and backward ad infinitum.

He who strays from tradition becomes a sacrifice to the extraordinary; he who remains in tradition is its slave. Destruction follows in any case.

He who is a firstling is ever sacrificed.

To confirm the great principle with which civilization begins: any custom is better than no custom.

The conviction reigns that it is only through the sacrifices and accomplishments of the ancestors that the tribe exists--and that one has to pay them back with sacrifices and accomplishments; one thus recognizes a debt that constantly grows greater, since these forebears never cease, in their continued existence as powerful spirits, to accord the tribe new advantages and new strength.

Each tradition grows more venerable the farther its origin lies in the past, the more it is forgotten; the respect paid to the tradition accumulates from generation to generation; finally the origin becomes sacred and awakens awe.

What is new, however, is always evil, being that which wants to conquer and overthrow the old boundary markers and the old pieties; and only what is old is good. The good men are in all ages those who dig the old thoughts, digging deep and getting them to bear fruit - the farmers of the spirit. But eventually all land is depleted, and the ploughshare of evil must come again and again.

The reasons and purposes for habits are always lies that are added only after some people begin to attack these habits and to ask for reasons and purposes. At this point the conservatives of all ages are thoroughly dishonest: they add lies.

When law is no longer a tradition, as in our case, it can only be commanded, or forced; none of us has a traditional sense of justice any longer; therefore we must content ourselves with arbitrary laws, which express the necessity of having to have a law.

Cos'è il buon senso… oggi, nel Ventesimo secolo, in qualunque epoca? L'aderenza a una norma. Il conformarsi a certe convenzioni di base che regolano l'intera condotta umana. Nella nostra epoca, l'allontanarsi della norma è diventata la norma. L'incapacità di conformarsi è diventato il modello del conformismo.

What we eat is an essential part of who we are and how we define ourselves.

In England we agonised over the demolition of every old shack; in Sichuan, they just went ahead and flattened whole cities! You had to admire the brazen confidence of it, the conviction that the future would be better than the past.

a passionate appreciation of food was respectable, even desirable, in the traditional scholar-gentleman.

Very often we call something modern because we do not know what is ancient; many so-called "modern" ideas are really old errors with new labels.

The Church knows too that to marry the present age and its spirit is to become a widow in the next.

Angrily, even tearfully, he complained of the divisions within the clergy, where "some be too stiff in their old Mumpsimus, others be too busy and curious in their new Sumpsimus.

Hurley, hurley, round the table, Eat as muckle as ye're able. Eat muckle, pooch nane, Hurley, hurley, Amen.

Drualt cleared his throat and began the traditional stanzas from Drualt. They hadn't been said at weddings in his day, naturally, but they'd been said in Bamarre for centuries now. "Drualt took Freya's warm hand, Her strong hand, Her sword hand, And pressed it to his lips, Pressed it . . ." Drualt's voice wavered. He pulled a handkerchief from the pouch at his waist and blew his nose. Then he began again.

I write first drafts by hand. Never do I open an umbrella inside the house. I don't predict wins or losses. I used to stand on a certain piece of rug if my brothers and husband were watching football and their team got in trouble - but now the luck went out of that rug. If a circle is involved, I try to go clockwise.

We have this beautiful tradition at Bayern that we all get together with our families after the game in a room and celebrate the wins. That is why it hurts a lot more when we lose.

We as children went up the mountain to find feed for livestock, like goats, cows and horses, and because in the winter time we would light the fire in the house, we would climb the mountain to collect firewood as well. Because of that, I suppose I became used to climbing mountains.

In the winter I separate, in the summer I marry. It's been 15 years since I've been getting married every year.