Quotes about Society
We live, I regret to say, in an age of Big Data hype.
— Oscar Wilde
We live in the age of the overworked and the undereducated.
— Oscar Wilde
What our age lacks is not reflection, but passion.
— Soren Kierkegaard
In a utilitarian age, of all other times, it is a matter of grave importance that fairy tales should be respected.
— Charles Dickens
He who stands most remote from his age is he who mirrors it best.
— Oscar Wilde
Only by restoring the broken connections can we be healed. Connection is health. And what our society does its best to disguise from us is how ordinary, how commonly attainable, health is. We lose our health—and create profitable diseases and dependences—by failing to see the direct connections between living and eating, eating and working, working and loving.
— Wendell Berry
If the white man has inflicted the wound of racism upon black men, the cost has been that he would receive the mirror image of that wound into himself. As the master, or as a member of the dominant race, he has felt little compulsion to acknowledge or speak of it; the more painful it has grown the more deeply he has hidden it within himself. But the wound is there, and is a profound disorder, as great a damage in his mind as it is in his society.
— Wendell Berry
An education is not properly an industry, and its proper use is not to serve industries.
— Wendell Berry
the basic cause of the energy crisis is not scarcity; it is moral ignorance and weakness of character.
— Wendell Berry
And so there is the Territory of self-righteousness. It is easy to assume that we do not participate in what we are not in the presence of. But if we are members of a society, we participate, willy-nilly, in its evils.
— Wendell Berry
Tell um de good Lawd dont keer whether he bright er not. Dont nobody but white trash keer dat.
— William Faulkner
Ah, Mr Compson said, Years ago we in the South made our women into ladies. Then the War came and made the ladies into ghosts. So what else can we do, being gentlemen, but listen to them being ghosts?
— William Faulkner