It's a combination of life being unpredictable, and you being super dumb.
Short, successful military adventures are as effective as the Super Bowl in diverting people's attention from unpleasant truths.
When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.
Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable.
We find many things to which the prohibition of them constitutes the only temptation.
Superstition sets the whole world in flames; philosophy quenches them.
What the Super Bowl did for us was give us a sense of urgency.
The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.
The Super Bowl isn't for kids, I had a great time though and it was worth every nickel of it because by doing this lame piece about the game I can put it on my expense account.
I think I think I am Superwoman sometimes but I am not.
The Secretary of Defense is not a super General or Admiral.
His task is to exercise civilian control over the Department for the Commander-in-Chief and the country.
In taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior.
What comes next? Super Mario 128? Actually, that's what I want to do.
Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.
The super power that I would choose would be compassion.
Because that's what I think it takes to make it through life-an understanding, a give and take. It saves an awful lot of resentment.
We are super-casualties of a war against the gently sensitive and beautiful soul of the child within each of us.
I am superstitious. I have scarcely known a party, preceding an election, to call in help from the neighboring states, but they lost the state.
...even after you've just won the Super Bowl -- especially after you've just won the Super Bowl -- there's always next year. If Winning isn't everything; it's the only thing, then the only thing is nothing -- emptiness, the nightmare of life without ultimate meaning.
I noticed an almost universal trait among Super Achievers, and it was what I call Sensory Goal Vision. These people knew what they wanted out of life, and they could sense it multidimensionally before they ever had it. They could not only see it, but also taste it, smell it, and imagine the sounds and emotions associated with it. They pre-lived it before they had it. And the sharp, sensory vision became a powerful driving force in their lives.
This country has gotten where it is in spite of politics, not by the aid of it.
That we have carried as much political bunk as we have and still survived shows we are a super nation.
The world will never be long without some good reason to hate the unhappy;
their real faults are immediately detected, and if those are not sufficient to sink them into infamy, an additional weight of calumny will be super added.
The most perfect ape cannot draw an ape;
only man can do that; but, likewise, only man regards the ability to do this as a sign of superiority.
My father used to say superior people never make long visits.
There it is: it doesn't make any difference who we are or what we are, there's always somebody to look down on! somebody to hold in light esteem, somebody to be indifferent about.
If a person tells me he has been to the worst places I have no reason to judge him; but if he tells me it was his superior wisdom that enabled him to go there, then I know he is a fraud.
We live in a time of twin credulities: the hunger for the miraculous combined with a servile awe of science. The mating of the two gives us superstition plus scientism.
The type of fig leaf which each culture employs to cover its social taboos offers a twofold description of its morality. It reveals that certain unacknowledged behavior exists and it suggests the form that such behavior takes.
The general root of superstition is that men observe when things hit, and not when they miss; and commit to memory the one, and forget and pass over the other.
I have, thanks to my travels, added to my stock all the superstitions of other countries. I know them all now, and in any critical moment of my life, they all rise up in armed legions for or against me.
We may be through with the past, but the past is not through with us.
Ideas of the Stone Age exist side by side with the latest scientific thought. Only a fraction of mankind has emerged from the Dark Ages, and in the most lucid brains, as Logan Pearsall Smith has said, we come upon nests of woolly caterpillars. Seemingly sane men entrust their wealth to stargazers and their health to witch doctors. Giant planes throb through the stratosphere, but half their passengers are wearing magic amulets and are protected from harm by voodoo incantations. Hotels boast of express elevators and a telephone in every room, but omit thirteen from all floor and room numbers lest their guests be ill at ease.
The superstition of science scoffs at the superstition of faith.
Superstition is the poetry of life.
Mankind are an incorrigible race. Give them but bugbears and idols -- it is all that they ask; the distinctions of right and wrong, of truth and falsehood, of good and evil, are worse than indifferent to them.
Superstition, bigotry and prejudice, ghosts though they are, cling tenaciously to life; they are shades armed with tooth and claw. They must be grappled with unceasingly, for it is a fateful part of human destiny that it is condemned to wage perpetual war against ghosts. A shade is not easily taken by the throat and destroyed.
It is the customary fate of new truths to begin as heresies and to end as superstitions.
Superstition is the only religion of which base souls are capable of.