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What on earth have a man's name, degree, academic position,
and, of all things, opinions, to do with whether a thing is true or not?
"New Look at the Pearl of Great Price" (January
1968): 22
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I began my second decade in Southern California as a
compulsive reader, memorizing Shakespeare plays and aspiring to add something
to the Bard's modest contribution. But English literature I soon found to be
derivative, and so took to Old English to find what was behind it; what was
behind it was Latin, and what was behind that was Greek.
"An Intellectual Autobiography," xx
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The book I happen to be reading is the important one.
"Nibley the Scholar," 4
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A true philosopher can no more pass by the open door of a
free discussion than an alcoholic can pass by the open door of a saloon. Since
my hosts have been kind enough to invite me to say what I think, the highest
compliment I can pay to their tolerance and liberality will be to do just that.
This
is not going to be a debate. I would be the most unteachable of mortals if at
this stage of life I still believed that one could get anywhere arguing with a
dialectician. One might as well attempt to pacify or intimidate a walrus by
tossing sardines at him as to bait a philosopher with arguments. I have accepted
your kind invitation because I think the subject is worth discussing.
"Do
Religion and History Conflict?" CWHN 12:434
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I have always been furiously active in the Church, but I
have also been a nonconformist and have never held any office of rank in anything; I have undertaken many assignments
given me by the leaders, and much of the work has been anonymous: no rank, no
recognition, no anything. While I have been commended for some things, they
were never the things which I considered most important—that was entirely
a little understanding between me and my Heavenly Father which I have
thoroughly enjoyed, though no one else knows anything about it. . . . I would
rather be a doorkeeper in the House of the Lord than mingle with the top brass
in the tents of the wicked.
"The Best
Possible Test," CWHN 12:535, 537
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I'm no expert. . . . I have to keep quoting documents all
the time and letting them speak for me, because I don't know any of this stuff.
"Nibley the Scholar," 8
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I do not suppress the wild rumors that go around about these
documents. Anytime you talk about such things, you get wild rumors, completely
irresponsible and greatly exaggerated; but on these particular matters, for
example, the Gnostic and Coptic texts, I don't think rumors should be suppressed;
no matter how wild your story is, it can't be more fantastic than the
truth. It goes way beyond what you
could exaggerate, so go ahead and spread anything you want! It is better to be
ignorant and interested than ignorant and not interested.
"Apocryphal Writings," CWHN 12:266
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I shall probably bore you tonight, but the subject shouldn't,
because it's a very good one. I am not going to be bored at all. I love to talk
about this stuff! I will get all excited, so don't pay any attention to me!
"Apocryphal Writings," CWHN 12:264
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"Rightly to be great," says Hamlet, "is not to stir
without great argument, but greatly to find quarrel in a straw." I rejoice
that some able young men have been willing to embrace the flimsiest of
pretexts, to wit, my own achievement of senility, as the straw that stirs them
to great argument.
"Some Reasons for the Restored Gospel," 1
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My first assignment—it was so typically Army you must
hear about it: It was the eve of Thanksgiving, and I was scrubbing toilets out
with a big brush, with a big scrubbing brush. I was busy scrubbing these
latrines out and so forth, and an officer came to me and said, "Come with
me and bring the brush." It was a huge pile of celery, they were preparing
it for the officer's mess the next day. He says, "Clean this celery off."
But I said, "But this brush, I just used it for cleaning toilets." "That
doesn't make any difference, if it looks shiny and clean, that's the Army, that's
all we want to know." So there I was cleaning that celery for the officers
the next day for their Thanksgiving dinner with a toilet brush.
"The Faith of an Observer," 15-16
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I spent a week with Apostle Spencer W. Kimball visiting his
home state in Arizona. We were gone ten days. We went by train in those early
days. We came back to the old Los Angeles station, and in that part of Los
Angeles, there were a lot of bookstores, which I knew very well. I bought a
whole set, a very rare collection, of Alfonsus De Lingorio, the
seventeenth-century Redemptorist writer on probabilism, a very valuable set of
ten volumes. I barely made it back to the train by running across a lot. I
jumped on the train, plunked down beside Brother Kimball, who was already on
the train, and staggered into the drawing room, my arms full of the complete
set, which I greatly valued.
As
we sat talking about the books, Brother Kimball casually took an immaculate
linen handkerchief from the breast pocket of his jacket, and, stooping over,
vigorously dusted off my shoes and trousers. It was the most natural thing in
the world, and we both took it completely for granted. After all, my shoes were
dusty in the race for the train, and Brother Kimball had always told
missionaries to keep themselves clean and proper. It was no great thing—pas d'histoire. Neither of us said a
thing about it, but ever since, that has conditioned my attitude toward the
Brethren. I truly believe they are chosen servants of God.
"Criticizing the Brethren," 24
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Well, I have a testimony; I may be ignorant, but I am not
lost.