Quotes on Cats Cradle

As stupid and vicious as men are, this is a lovely day.

"Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before," Bokonon tells us. "He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way."

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.

New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become.

Americans... are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.

Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.

People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order so they'll have good voice boxes in case there's ever anything really meaningful to say.

The highest possible form of treason is to say that Americans aren’t loved wherever they go, whatever they do.

I am a very bad scientist. I will do anything to make a human being feel better, even if it's unscientific. No scientist worthy of the name could say such a thing.

Anyone unable to understand how useful religion can be founded on lies will not understand this book either.

A lover's a liar, To himself he lies, The truthful are loveless, Like oysters their eyes!

Man is vile, and man makes nothing worth making, knows nothing worth knowing.

Live by the harmless untruths that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.

Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't born dead. I never met a man who was less interested in the living. Sometimes I think that's the trouble with the world: too many people in high places who are stone-cold dead.

How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.

If I were a younger man, I would write a history of human stupidity; and I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who.

She hated people who thought too much. At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate representative for almost all mankind.

There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been.