A Quote by Mignon McLaughlin

We are irritated by rascals, intolerant of fools, and prepared to love the rest. But where are they? — © Mignon McLaughlin
We are irritated by rascals, intolerant of fools, and prepared to love the rest. But where are they?
I believe we have been too tolerant of the intolerant. We should learn to become intolerant of the intolerant.
Unlimited tolerance must lead to the disappearance of tolerance. If we extend unlimited tolerance even to those who are intolerant, if we are not prepared to defend a tolerant society, then the tolerant will be destroyed, and tolerance with them. We should therefore claim, in the name of tolerance, the right not to tolerate the intolerant.
There are three kinds of fools in this world, fools proper, educated fools and rich fools. The world persists because of the folly of these fools.
I get irritated with the world. I get irritated with politicians. I get very irritated with governments and with corporations, but in terms of imagination - my imagination is always fertile. I'm either thinking of my own things or constantly engaged by the things that other people do.
If you feel irritated by the absurd remarks of two people whose conversation you happen to overhear, you should imagine that you are listening to a dialogue of two fools in a comedy.
I'm used to people being irritated by me. I'm like, girl, whatever. Be irritated. I'm gonna live my dream.
What fools are we, to be besotted with the love of our own trouble, and to hate our liberty and rest!
We should start being intolerant to those who are intolerant to us. This is not modern logic, this is not extreme, this is common sense.
If we are not prepared to defend a tolerant society against the onslaught of the intolerant, then the tolerant will be destroyed, and tolerance with them.
All [people] are intolerant.... Only they're intolerant of different things.
You know that song that asks, "Why do fools fall in love?"? I think the obvious answer is because they're fools.
It's a lifelong failing: she has never been prepared. But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for everything? Prepared for the sunset. Prepared for the moonrise. Prepared for the ice storm. What a flat existence that would be.
Just take them rascals [rapists, killers, child abusers] out in the swamp / Put 'em on their knees and tie 'em to a stump / Let the rattlers and the bugs and the alligators do the rest.
The test of love is in how one relates not to saints and scholars but to rascals.
Experience seems to convince us that only fools trust, that only fools believe and accept all things. If this is true, then love is most foolish. For if it is not founded on trust, belief and acceptance, it's not love.
It's the actors who are prepared to make fools of themselves who are usually the ones who come to mean something to the audience.
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