The improver of natural knowledge absolutely refuses to acknowledge authority, as such. For him, skepticism is the highest of duties; blind faith the one unpardonable sin.
What we call 'morals' is simply blind obedience to words of command.
Leigh Anne Touhy: I said you could thank me later. It's later, Bert.
He who loves thinks that the others are blind; the others think that he is crazy.
If a man would live in peace, he should be blind, deaf, and dumb.
Tim: What do you call a blind dinosaur? Dr. Alan Grant: I don't know. What do you call a blind dinosaur? Tim: A Do-you-think-he-saurus. Dr. Alan Grant: Ha ha. Good one. Tim: What do you call a blind dinosaur's dog? Dr. Alan Grant: You got me. Tim: A ...
In treating people as less important than things, work becomes both demoralised and demoralising and we become blind to the moral content of our decisions...Money and wilfful blindness make us act in ways incompatible wiht what believe our ethics to ...
Who is so deaf or so blind as he that willfully will neither hear nor see?
Who is so deaf or so blind as he/ That wilfully will neither hear nor see?
Beware of the front of a bull, the back of a horse and both sides of a blind man.
A blind man sat behind a pile of stones and thought that nobody could see him.
If a blind man says, "Let's throw stones," be assured that he has stepped on one.
Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.
I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.
More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.
The pile of stones thus marks both an act of deliberate remembrance, and an act of deliberate forgetting. They're fond of paradox in that region.
Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.
It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.
I don’t feel old. I just feel like someone young who has something wrong with him.
The master who fears the choices his people will make enough to take those choices away isn't worth serving.
You have no idea what it is like to watch two blind people fighting. Fighting has always been, more or less, a form of blindness.
