Best 26 quotes of Stephen Vizinczey on MyQuotes

All great power has to do to destroy itself is persist in trying to do the impossible.

Art experts are unfailingly opposed to Art for the simple reason that they are interested in Art - but Art is not interested in Art. Art is interested in life.

As a rule, the most dangerous ideas are not the ones that divide people but those on which they agree.

Consistency is a virtue for trains.

Consistency is a virtue for trains: what we want from a philosopher is insights, whether he comes by them consistently or not.

Dictatorship is a constant lecture instructing you that your feelings, your thoughts and desires are of no account, that you are a nobody and must live as you are told by other people who desire and think for you

Great writers are not those who tell us we shouldn’t play with fire, but those who make our fingers burn.

Is it possible that I am not alone in believing that in the dispute between Galileo and the Church, the Church was right and the centre of man's universe is the earth?

Like all wage slaves, he had two crosses to bear: the people he worked for and the people he worked with

Most bad books get that way because their authors are engaged in trying to justify themselves. If a vain author is an alcoholic, then the most sympathetically portrayed character in his book will be an alcoholic. This sort of thing is very boring for outsiders.

Perhaps in a book review it is not out of place to note that the safety of the state depends on cultivating the imagination.

Powerful men in particular suffer from the delusion that human beings have no memories. I would go so far as to say that the distinguishing trait of powerful men is the psychotic certainty that people forget acts of infamy as easily as their parents birth

Strange as it may seem, no amount of learning can cure stupidity, and formal education positively fortifies it.

The only virtue a character needs to possess between hardcovers, even if he bears a real person's name, is vitality: if he comes to life in our imaginations, he passes the test.

The truth is that our race survived ignorance; it is our scientific genius that will do us in.

The war against Vietnam is only the ghastliest manifestation of what I'd call imperial provincialism, which afflicts America's whole culture-aware only of its own history, insensible to everything which isn't part of the local atmosphere.

Thou shalt not let a day pass without rereading something great.

To be great is to assume great concerns.

To state a lie firmly, categorically and with great authority, undeterred by the fact that all concerned know it to be a lie, is one of the principal activities defined by the term practising law.

We now have a whole culture based on the assumption that people know nothing and so anything can be said to them.

Whenever you hear the word "inevitable", watch out! An enemy of humanity has identified himself.

When you close your eyes to tragedy, you close your eyes to greatness.

You tell me your favorite novelists and I'll tell you whom you vote for, or whether you vote at all.

I wonder, what kind of life would I have had if it hadn’t been for my mother’s tea-and-cookie parties? Perhaps it’s because of them that I’ve never thought of women as my enemies, as territories I have to conquer, but always as allies and friends - which I believe is the reason why they were friendly to me in turn. I’ve never met those she-devils you hear about: they must be too busy with those men who look upon women as a fortress they have to attack, lay waste and left in ruins.

Strange as it seems, no amount of learning can cure stupidity, and higher education positively fortifies it.

We think of ourselves as failures, rather than renounce our belief in the possibility of perfection. We hang on to the hope of eternal love by denying even its temporary validity. It´s less painful to think 'I'm shallow', 'She's self centred', 'We couldn't communicate', 'It was all just physical', than to accept the simple fact that love is a passing sensation, for reasons beyond our control and even beyond our personalities. But who can reassure himself with his own rationalizations? No argument can fill the void of a dead feeling -- that reminder of the ultimate void, our final inconstancy. We're untrue even to life.