It's not the sea that drowns you-it's the puddle.
I saw the Cloud, though I did not foresee the Storm.
If you shut up the truth and bury it in the ground, it will grow and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
People tend to be scared of what they can't see.
Deadly poisons are concealed under sweet honey.
The laws themselves become traps and snares, in which plain honest men, who were unacquainted with logical quirks and subtleties, were catched.
Because you may think a bed is a peaceful thing, Sir, and to you it may mean rest and comfort and a good night's sleep. But it isn't so for everyone; and there are many dangerous things that may take place in a bed.
An arrow may not be a shocklance, yet it can still kill you.
I don't like the idea of being surrounded by hidden things; people you can't see in buildings and cars.
Feelings are more dangerous than ideas, because they aren't susceptible to rational evaluation. They grow quietly, spreading underground, and erupt suddenly, all over the place.
The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel: eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end.
What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.
The barriers between reality and fiction are softer than we think; a bit like a frozen lake. Hundreds of people can walk across it, but then one evening a thin spot develops and someone falls through; the hole is frozen over by the following morning.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that witches are often betrayed by their appetites; dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always; hearts can be well-hidden, and you can betray them with your tongue. (from "Instructions")
The way we eat has changed more in the last 50 years than in the previous 10,000…. Now our food is coming from enormous assembly lines where the animals and the workers are being abused, and the food has become much more dangerous in ways that are deliberately hidden from us. This isn’t just about what we’re eating. It’s about what we’re allowed to say. What we’re allowed to know.
One wanders through life as if wandering through a field in the dark of night, wearing a blindfold and very heavy shoes, with a poisonous toad waiting patiently beneath a clump of weeds, knowing full well that eventually you will step on him.
I know there are other Elton Simpsons out there. But I also know there are Elton Simpsons out there I cannot see.
There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.
That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.
I think what you can’t see is always what you should be frightened of.
Neither awake nor in a dark dream are perilous blades just as they seem.
Take heed of winde that comes in at a hole, and a reconciled Enemy.
I worry a bit about the unknowns when it comes to travelers to the war zones in Syria and Iraq. Who don't I see? And I worry about the people who may be in their basements radicalizing that I can't see.
the greatest danger is always the one we are ignorant of.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
