Malcolm Muggeridge
Malcolm Muggeridge
Thomas Malcolm Muggeridge, was a British journalist, author, media personality, and satirist. As a young man, Muggeridge was a left-wing sympathiser but he later became a forceful anti-communist. During World War II, he worked for the British government as a soldier and a spy. He is credited with bringing Mother Teresa to popular attention in the West and stimulating debate about Catholic theology. In his later years he was outspoken on religious and moral issues. He wrote two volumes of...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth24 March 1903
Sex on the brain is the wrong place to have it.
Education, the great mumbo jumbo and fraud of the age.
Secrecy is as essential to intelligence as vestments and incense to a Mass or darkness to a spiritualist séance and must at all times be maintained, quite irrespective of whether or not it serves any purpose.
The English have this extraordianry respect for longevity. The best example of this was Queen Victoria, a most unpleasant woman who achieved a sort of public affection simply by living to be an enormous age.
As an old man...looking back on one's life, it's one of the things that strikes you most forcibly-that the only thing that's taught one anything is suffering. Not success, not happiness, not anything like that. The only thing that really teaches one what life's about...is suffering, affliction.
In retrospect, all these exercises in self-gratification seem pure fantasy, what Pascal called, licking the earth.
Travel, of course, narrows the mind.
Sex is the mysticism of materialism and the only possible religion in a materialistic society.
Bad humor is an evasion of reality; good humor is an acceptance of it.
Sex is the mysticism of a materialistic society - in the beginning was the Flesh, and the Flesh became Word... [it has] its own mysteries - this is my birth [control] pill; swallow it in remembrance of me!
For us humans, everything is permanent - until it changes, as we are immortal until we die
I never met a rich man who was happy, but I have only very occasionally met a poor man who did not want to become a rich man.
There's nothing is this world more instinctively abhorrent to me than finding myself in agreement with my fellow-humans.
Like a prisoner awaiting his release, like a schoolboy when the end of term is near, like a migrant bird ready to fly south ... I long to be gone.