I am in a charming state of confusion.

For passion, like crime does not sit well with the sure order and even course of everyday life. It welcomes every loosening of the social fabric, every confusion and affliction visited upon the world, for passion sees in such a disorder a vague hope of finding advantage for itself

While the modern Bible is missing many of its original passages, the Book of Bob isn’t one of them. You’re probably getting it confused with the lost Book of Fred.

Religion is so frequently a source of confusion in political life, and so frequently dangerous to democracy, precisely because it introduces absolutes into the realm of relative values.

The instability, injustice, and confusion introduced into the public councils, have, in truth, been the mortal diseases under which popular governments have everywhere perished; as they continue to be the favorite and fruitful topics from which the adversaries to liberty derive their most specious declamations.

Had the cub thought in man-fashion, he might have epitomized life as a voracious appetite, and the world as a place wherein ranged a multitude of appetites, pursuing and being pursued, hunting and being hunted, eating and being eaten, all in blindness and confusion, with violence and disorder, a chaos of gluttony and slaughter, ruled over by chance, merciless, planless, endless.

All was confusion and action, and every moment life and limb were in peril. There was imperative need to be constantly alert; for these dogs and men were not town dogs and men. They were savages, all of them, who knew no law but the law of club and fang.

In battle, in forest, at the precipice in the mountains
On the dark great sea, in the midst of javelins and arrows,
In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame,
The good deeds a man has done before defend him.

And This Is Where The Story And Confusion Begin, ‘Cause I Was In Nirvana But I Had To Pretend That I Wasn’t

The true inner self must be drawn up like a jewel from the bottom of the sea, rescued from confusion, from indistinction, from immersion in the common, the nondescript, the trivial, the sordid, the evanescent.

At first things were very confusing. Everything was so entirely different from the world I had known – even the flowers.

In a world of noise, confusion and conflict it is necessary that there be places of silence, inner discipline and peace. In such places love can blossom.

I’m not even sure I have a style! All I know for sure is I don’t want to look like everyone else.

Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

It’s OK to be confused. Confusion is the route to all the clarity in the world.

Why a four-year-old child could understand this report! Run out and find me a four-year-old child, I can’t make head or tail of it.

What is the major problem? It is fundamentally the confusion between effectiveness and efficiency that stands between doing the right things and doing things right. There is surely nothing quite so useless as doing with great efficiency what should not be done at all.

The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into confusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.

If the motions of the other planets were added to the rotation of the earth and calculated as for the revolution of that planet … it so bound together both the order and magnitude of all the planets and the spheres and the heaven itself, that in no single part could one thing be altered without confusion among the other parts and in all the universe.

But if the laws are to be so trampled upon with impunity, and a minority is to dictate to the majority, there is an end put at one stroke to republican government, and nothing but anarchy and confusion is to be expected thereafter.

My observation is that whenever one person is found adequate to the discharge of a duty… it is worse executed by two persons, and scarcely done at all if three or more are employed therein.

Truth is ever to be found in the simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things.

Plurality which is not reduced to unity is confusion; unity which does not depend on plurality is tyranny.

I’m sentimental—I know. I’m desperate and silly—I know that too. Oh, help me

I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.