Quotes
Quotes about Sentiment
I sit with my toes in a brook, And if any one axes forwhy? I hits them a rap with my crook, For 'tis sentiment does it, says I.
The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
Sentimentality is a superstructure covering brutality.
We're a sentimental people. We like a few kind words better than millions of dollars given in a humiliating way.
People call me feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.
If a man remembers what is right at the sign of profit, is ready to lay down his life in the face of danger, and does not forget sentiments he has repeated all his life when he has been in straitened circumstances for a long time, he may be said to be a complete man.
Must be out-of-doors enough to get experience of wholesome reality, as a ballast to thought and sentiment. Health requires this relaxation, this aimless life.
The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist.
Sentimentality-- That's what we call the sentiment we don't share.
Sentiment is the poetry of the imagination.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
Sentimentality is the only sentiment that rubs you the wrong way.
Sentimentality--that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.
He who molds the public sentiment ... makes statues and decisions possible or impossible to make.
Society is infested by persons who, seeing that the sentiments please, counterfeit the expression of them. These we call sentimentalists--talkers who mistake the description for the thing, saying for having.
Sentiment is the poetry of the imagination.
The world makes up for all its follies and injustices by being damnably sentimental.
A sentimentalist is simply one who desires to have the luxury of an emotion without paying for it.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
The test of civilization is the estimate of woman. Among savages she is a slave. In the dark ages of Christianity she is a toy and a sentimental goddess. With increasing moral light, and greater liberty, and more universal justice, she begins to develop as an equal human being.
People do not cooperate under the division of labor because they love or should love one another. They cooperate because this best serves their own interests. Neither love nor charity nor any other sympathetic sentiments but rightly understood selfishness is what originally impelled man to adjust himself to the requirements of society, to respect the rights and freedoms of his fellow men and to substitute peaceful collaboration for enmity and conflict.
If a person is to get the meaning of life he must learn to like the facts about himselfâ ugly as they may seem to his sentimental vanityâ before he can learn the truth behind the facts. And the truth is never ugly.
