In a sane, civil, intelligent and moral society, you don't blame poor people for being poor.
Why are you still with me, Fry?" CyFi asks after one of his body-shaking seizures. "Any sane dude woulda taken off days ago. "Who says I'm sane?" "Oh, you're sane, Fry. You're so sane, you scare me. You're so sane, it's insane.
--Why are we fighting them? --They're mad. We're sane. --How do we know? --That we're sane? --Yes. --Am I sane? --To all appearances. --And you, do you consider yourself sane? --I do. --Well, there you have it. --But don't they also consider themselves sane? --I think they know. Deep down. That they're not sane. --How must that make them feel? --Terrible, I should think. They must fight ever more fiercely, in order to deny what they know to be true. That they are not sane.
Sane is rich and powerful. Insane is wrong and poor and weak. The rich are free, the poor are put in cages. Res Ipsa Loquitur, amen. Mahalo.
I like to get people talking. I am a provocateur, and I do like getting on Twitter and riling people up. You know what, after a while some sane dialogue and sane conclusions come of that kind of thing.
Who says I'm insane?" "Oh you're sane alright. You're so sane, you scare me. You're so sane, it's insane.
You know, there are many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane. Some of them were born sane. Some of them became sane later in their lives.
Prose is a poor thing, a poor inadequate thing, compared with poetry which says so much more in shorter time.
Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.
No sane man can afford to dispense with debilitating pleasures. No ascetic can be considered reliably sane.
No sane man can afford to dispense with debilitating pleasures; no ascetic can be considered reliably sane.
Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane.
…gender is not sane. It's not sane to call a rainbow black and white.
Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.
The world does not have time to be with the poor, to learn with the poor, to listen to the poor. To listen to the poor is an exercise of great discipline, but such listening surely is what is required if charity is not to become a hatred of the poor for being poor.