Quotes by Robert Hooke

“The child comes home and the parent puts the hooks in him. The old man, or the woman, as the case may be, hasn’t got anything to say to the child. All he wants is to have that child sit in a chair for a couple of hours and then go off to bed under the same roof. It’s not love. I am not saying that there is not such a thing as love. I am merely pointing to something which is different from love but which sometimes goes by the name of love. It may well be that without this thing which I am talking about there would not be any love. But this thing in itself is not love. It is just something in the blood. It is a kind of blood greed, and it is the fate of a man. It is the thing which man has which distinguishes him from the happy brute creation. When you got born your father and mother lost something out of themselves, and they are going to bust a hame trying to get it back, and you are it. They know they can’t get it all back but they will get as big a chunk out of you as they can.””

“To paraphrase Einstein, insanity is expecting employees to do one thing while rewarding them for doing something else.””

“Both Marx and Nietzsche understood that moral outrage is the last resort of the powerless. That is why Marx refused to issue moral condemnations of capitalism, preferring instead to lay out, calmly and ruthlessly, his reasons for believing that it is destined to be replaced by socialism. And that is why Nietzsche mocks Christianity for portraying its crucified Saviour as bait wriggling on a hook to catch unsuspecting souls.””

“I have to bite down the impulse to tell Hook to put me down, that I’m too heavy. He’s obviously got things well in hand, and it’s just my fool brain being an asshole.””

“Sleeper in the Valley"The river sings and cuts a hole in the meadow,madly hooking white tatters on the rushes.light escalades the strong hills. The smallvalley bubbles with sunbeams like a beerglass.The young conscript bareheaded and open-mouthed,his neck cooling in the blue watercress;he's sleeping. The grass soothes his heaviness,the sunlight is raining in his green bed,baking away the aches of his body. He smiles,as a sick child might smile himself asleep.O Nature, rock him warmly, he is cold.The fields no longer make his hot eyes weep.He sleeps in the sun, a hand on his breast lies open,at peace. He has two red holes in his left side.””