#profane

Hardly a name in profane history is more august than his. Hardly another character in the world's record has made so little of its opportunities. His discovery was a blunder; his blunder was a new world; the New World is his monument. ↗

— Justin Winsor

#august #blunder #character #discovery #hardly

Every science is a profane restatement of the preceding dogmas of the religious period. ↗

— Francis Parker Yockey

#every #period #preceding #profane #religious

I was called really horrible, profane names very loudly in front of huge crowds of people, and my schoolwork suffered at one point. ↗

— Lady Gaga

#crowds #front #horrible #huge #i

The secret thoughts of a man run over all things, holy, profane, clean, obscene, grave, and light, without shame or blame. ↗

— Thomas Hobbes

#blame #clean #grave #holy #light

My particular dread--the vivid possibility that left me staring at tree shadows on the bedroom ceiling night after night--was having to lie in a small tent, alone in an inky wilderness, listening to a foraging bear outside and wondering what its intentions were. I was especially riveted by an amateur photograph in Herrero's book, taken late at night by a camper with a flash at a campground out West. The photograph caught four black bears as they puzzled over a suspended food bag. The bears were clearly startled but not remotely alarmed by the flash. It was not the size or demeanor of the bears that troubled me--they looked almost comically nonaggressive, like four guys who had gotten a Frisbee caught up a tree--but their numbers. Up to that moment it had not occurred to me that bears might prowl in parties. What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die, of course. Literally shit myself lifeless. I would blow my sphincter out my backside like one of those unrolling paper streamers you get at children's parties--I daresay it would even give a merry toot--and bleed to a messy death in my sleeping bag. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#death

War is a profane thing. ↗

— Norman Schwarzkopf

#thing #war

Half of the secular unrest and dismal, profane sadness of modern society comes from the vain ideas that every man is bound to be a critic for life. ↗

— Henry Van Dyke

#comes #critic #dismal #every #every man

Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane. ↗

— Theodor Adorno

#be different #different #into #itself #omnipotent

Professional managers, coaches, and players have a right to question an umpire's decision if they do it in a professional manner. When they become personal, profane, or violent, they have crossed the line and must be dealt with accordingly. ↗

— Jim Evans

#become #coaches #crossed #dealt #decision