A Quote by Sid Luckman

I assured myself that I'd seen the most wicked block perpetuated by man or beast. — © Sid Luckman
I assured myself that I'd seen the most wicked block perpetuated by man or beast.
I portray myself as wicked, hoping I will not be regarded as wicked. But I may be wicked in the biblical sense
Superstition changes a man to a beast, fanaticism makes him a wild beast, and despotism a beast of burden.
Beast?" Jane murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours.
A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.
I am a wicked man... But do you know, gentlemen, what was the main point about my wickedness? The whole thing, precisely was, the greatest nastiness precisely lay in my being shamefully conscious every moment, even in moments of the greatest bile, that I was not only not a wicked man but was not even an embittered man, that I was simply frightening sparrows in vain, and pleasing myself with it.
A man without justice is a beast, and a man who would make himself a beast forgets the pain of being a man.
I have great hope of a wicked man, slender hope of a mean one. A wicked man may be converted and become a prominent saint. A mean man ought to be converted six or seven times, one right after the other, to give him a fair start and put him on an equality with a bold, wicked man.
Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.
For the world is broken, sundered, busted down the middle, self ripped from self and man pasted back together as mythical monster, half angel, half beast, but no man...Some day a man will walk into my office as a ghost or beast or ghost-beast and walk out as a man, which is to say sovereign wanderer, lordly exile, worker and waiter and watcher.
There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.
The Lord of man and beast is working in all; His presence is scattered everywhere; There is none else to be seen.
For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
His passion has aroused the best and the beast in man. And the beast waited for him in the kitchen.
The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.
The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once alive, this beast grows and grows, feeding on all the life around it, scouring the earth to find new sources of nourishment. This beast lives in each man who battens on female servitude.
A man who behaves like a beast is worse than the beast.
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