C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Bigotry
Bigotry is chronic dogmatism.
All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
Bigotry dwarfs the soul by shutting out the truth.
Bigotry murders religion to frighten folks with her ghost.
Every sect clamors for toleration when it is down.
A man who stole the livery of the court of heaven to serve the devil in.
There is no tariff so injurious as that with which sectarian bigotry guards its commodities.
The superstition in which we were brought up never loses its power over us, even after we understand it.
A proud bigot, who is vain enough to think that he can deceive even God by affected zeal, and throwing the veil of holiness over vices, damns all mankind by the word of his power.
A man must be excessively stupid, as well as uncharitable, who believes there is no virtue but on his own side.
The bigot is like the pupil of the eye, the more light you put upon it, the more it will contract.
Show me the man who would go to heaven alone if he could, and in that man I will show you one who will never be admitted into heaven.
Unwillingness to acknowledge whatever is good in religion foreign to our own has always been a very common trait of human nature; but it seems to me neither generous nor just.
Mr. T. sees religion, not as a sphere, but as a line, and it is the identical line in which he is moving. He is like an African buffalo,—sees right forward, but nothing on the right hand or on the left.
Persecuting bigots may be compared to those burning lenses which Lenbenhoeck and others composed from ice; by their chilling apathy they freeze the suppliant; by their fiery zeal they burn the sufferer.
She has no head, and cannot think; no heart, and cannot feel. When she moves, it is in wrath; when she pauses, it is amid ruin; her prayers are curses—her God is a demon—her communion is death—her vengeance is eternity—her decalogue written in the blood of her victims; and if she stops for a moment in her infernal flight, it is upon a kindred rock, to whet her vulture fang for a more sanguinary desolation.
The doctrine which, from the very first origin of religious dissensions, has been held by bigots of all sects, when condensed into a few words and stripped of rhetorical disguise, is simply this: I am in the right, and you are in the wrong. When you are the stronger, you ought to tolerate me, for it is your duty to tolerate truth; but when I am the stronger, I shall persecute you, for it is my duty to persecute error.