R.E. Butler Quotes

I would not want to write something about something I do not think about

I love soccer. That's all I ever watch. I'll watch it all day if I can. But I'm too bloody old to play now.

I'm very down-to-earth. I think I'm still 'street'.

Vanity is so superficial. It doesn't provide the grounds for progress.

If you just look around... you'll see you got magic.

This is one step along the road of moving away from a dollar peg and moving to a floating basket. This implies China will be accumulating dollars at a slower rate.

Every man hath a general desire of his own happiness; and likewise a variety of particular affections, passions, and appetites to particular external objects.

War begets war. It produces outraged and humiliated and furious people. That is almost invariably the case.

The life doesn't simply get erased. It gets imprinted and remembered.

Every taxi driver I have ever spoken to has a theory of gender.

I think, what I want to say is that yes, my ideas have travelled into popular culture they also emerged from popular culture in a way, or from the general public as you put it. But not as a program.

A certain kind of permission is given to live differently, to conceptualize and to act according to a new conceptualization.

We give our dead To the orchards And the groves. We give our dead To life.

No... a novel is a long business. I'm a slow writer, even when I'm doing very well I write slowly.

Nothing. It just finds you a lot more attractive than it does most Humans. What can you do with a beautiful woman that you can’t do with an ugly one? Nothing. It’s just a matter of preference.

We are the yearning creatures of this planet.

The sinews of art and literature, like those of war, are money.

It is a wise tune that knows its own father, and I like my music to be the legitimate offspring of respectable parents.

There is no true gracefulness which is not epitomized goodness.

Inspiration is never genuine if it is known as inspiration at the time. True inspiration always steals on a person; its importance not being fully recognized for some time.

Flying. Whatever any other organism has been able to do man should surely be able to do also, though he may go a different way about it.

I believe that he was really sorry that people would not believe he was sorry that he was not more sorry.

The public buys its opinions as it buys its meat, or takes in its milk, on the principle that it is cheaper to do this than to keep a cow. So it is, but the milk is more likely to be watered.

The human intellect owes its superiority over that of the lower animals in great measure to the stimulus which alcohol has given imagination.

There should be asylums for habitual teetotalers, but they would probably relapse into teetotalism as soon as they got out.

Autobiography of a Yogi is justifiably celebrated as one of the most entertaining and enlightening spiritual books ever written.

Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams

And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.

All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil.

Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.

It seems to me that true love is a discipline.

The poor have very few hours in which to enjoy themselves; they must take their pleasure raw; they haven't the time to cook it.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all

Love comes in at the eye.

I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.

Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again! The beggars have changed places, but the lash goes on.

Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon.

The Muse is mute when public men Applaud a modern throne.

Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.

Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.

I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman's gaze.

For those that love the world serve it in action, Grow rich, popular, and full of influence; And should they paint or write still is it action, The struggle of the fly in marmalade.

Thought is a garment and the soul's a bride That cannot in that trash and tinsel hide: Hatred of God may bring the soul to God.

Civilisation is hooped together, brought Under a rule, under the semblance of peace By manifold illusion.

I think of hip hop as a mass media, radio, MTV thing. It’s been extremely relevant over the last 10 years and rock music is just not anymore—-a tear rolls down my cheek as I say that.

Whenever you do anything or say anything, you're opening yourself up to criticism. But that's okay.