Hubbard Ron Quotes

Ideas and not battles mark the forward progress of mankind.

To love in spite of all is the secret of greatness. And may very well be the greatest secret in this universe.

You don't get rich writing science fiction. If you want to get rich, you start a religion.

When reading a book, be very certain that you never go past a word you do not fully understand. The only reason a person gives up a study or becomes confused or unable to learn is because he or she has gone past a word that was not understood.

A culture is only as great as its dreams, and its dreams are dreamed by artists.

What is generally missed, is that my writing financed research.

The wise man tests before he talks. The critic but follows the fad of a cynical and apathetic age.

Freedom is for honest people. No man who is not himself honest can be free – he is his own trap.

A civilization is as great as its dreams, and its dreams are dreamt by artists.

Happiness and strength endure only in the absence of hate. To hate alone is the road to disaster. To love is the road to strength. To love in spite of all is the secret of greatness. And may very well be the greatest secret in this universe.

Anything you shun will have won.

Scientology does not teach you. It only reminds you. For the information was yours in the first place.

Choice is the keynote of self-determinism. To determine anything, you must have the choice to determine. Choice to determine means that you must have the power of decision. Decision and time have a lot in common. When we have clean, clear decision, we have clean, clear time. And when we have indecision, there is an unclarity about time.

Scientology always has been a game of power and control. L. Ron Hubbard was the ultimate con man, and it's hard to figure out how much of Scientology was an experiment in brainwashing and controlling people, and how much of it was truly intended to help people.

Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man wants to make a million dollars, the the best way would be to start his own religion.

One's attitude toward life makes every possible difference in one's living. You know, you don't have to study a thousand ancient books to discover that fact. But sometimes it needs to be pointed out again that life doesn't change so much as you. ... The day when you stop building your own environment, when you stop building your own surroundings, when you stop waving a magic hand and gracing everything around you with magic and beauty, things cease to be magical, things cease to be beautiful. Well, maybe you've just neglected somewhere back in the last few years to wave that magic hand.

I'll not always be here on guard. The stars twinkle in the Milky Way and the wind sighs for songs across the empty fields of a planet a Galaxy away. You won't always be here. But before you go, whisper this to your sons and their sons - "The work was free. Keep it so.

All real difficulty stems from no responsibility. Full responsibility is not fault; it is recognition of being cause.

Learning locked in mildewed books is of little use to anyone and therefore of no value unless it can be used.

bureaucracy is trouble everybody has. It’s a system evolved so that nobody in it is ever responsible for anything.

I get fairly frantic when I contemplate the idiocy of these two goats [Jack Parsons and L. Ron Hubbard].

A man is known by the company who he keeps

Stress the right of the individual to select only what he desires to know, to use any knowledge as he wishes, that he himself owns what he has learned.

Man is an endangered species.

Man,” said Terl, “is an endangered species.

You don’t get rich writing science fiction. If you want to get rich, you start a religion.

Men who know are secure and Men who don’t know believe in luck.

by its founder, L. Ron Hubbard (LRH), is incredibly alluring. Scientology offers a clearly laid out scientific process that helps you to overcome your limitations and realize your full potential for greatness. It is presented as a well-defined path to achieving total spiritual freedom and enlightenment and a full understanding of yourself and others.

Force yourself to laugh and you'll soon find something to laugh about. A being causes his own feelings. Splurge on it!

A culture is only as great as its dreams and its dreams are dreamed by artists.

A bitter hatred was lifting his lip from his teeth.

On L. Ron Hubbard: Now I must admit that "Battlefield Earth" is a book with something for everyone, all the way across the cultural scale from people who need doorstops to people who want to start bonfires.

It is worth recognizing that the Roswell event occurred one year after the Thelemic ritual in the Mojave Desert, as well as a huge increase in UFO sightings that continue to this day. The story of L. Ron Hubbard and Jack Parsons’ Babalon Working illustrates that the nature of the UFO phenomenon is more profound than the majority living today realize.

Iwould say that 99 per cent of what my father has written about his own life is false.

The Great Depression had led to a contraction of possibilities for fans who were already on the edge, and science fiction told them that there was a point to it all

Freedom and ability can be seen to be somewhat synonymous.

In what can a person become entrapped? Ideas. Ideas of disability are first and foremost in entrapment.

Women find beauty in men only when they find strength; there's something wrong with a woman when she falls in love with a fellow because he is pretty.

The government thinks the psychologists can keep the population under control.

As Asimov himself had once remarked, “We are now living in a science fictional world.

Life without her would be an endless succession of purposeless days lived with a heavy hopelessness

Hubbard was not just gunning for contemporary mental health practitioners; he claimed that 75 million years ago, psychiatrists helped carry out genocide in the Galactic Confederacy.

I know the world is an evil, capricious place and that men are basically bad and so, knowing that, I am always pleased to find some atom of goodness and only bored to see something evil.

Back in the day, the story goes, four science fiction writers - Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein, Frank Herbert and L Ron Hubbard - were hanging out late at night in 1940 in LA, drinking and putting the world to rights. They made a bet, who could dream up the best religion? Asimov explained in a TV interview in the 1980s that it was more of a dare than a true bet, and the goal was not a religion proper but ‘who can make the best religious story.’ The results were ‘Nightfall’ by Asimov, ‘Dune’ by Herbert, ‘Job’ by Heinlein and ‘Dianetics’ by Hubbard. If the first version of the story is true, Hubbard won the bet. They

On February 28, 1946, Jack Parsons went out into the Mojave Desert in order to invoke the beginning of the “age of the antichrist.” Parsons performed the ritual with the help of another participant, La Fayette Ron Hubbard (1911-1986)

Now, Kendra realized, leaving Scientology was about much more than simply deciding not go to church or use language developed by L. Ron Hubbard. It was about learning to live in a world that hadn't in some way been designed by L. Ron Hubbard.

It was a small world—by one estimate, there were fewer than fifty active fans—that magnified certain personality traits. The most devoted members were usually young, obsessive, and confrontational. Disputes between clubs were driven by personal grudges, and a lone player like Wollheim could exert a disproportionate influence. The dynamics were much like those of modern online communities, except considerably slower, and a pattern was established in which a club would be founded, persist for a while, and then implode, either because of internal tensions or because Wollheim came in and dissolved it.

If it’s not true for you, it’s not true.

Force yourself to laugh and you'll soon find something to laugh about. A being causes his own feelings. Splurge on it!

Unless there is something to free men into, the act of freeing is simply a protest of slavery.

Come on now, laddie," Dunneldeen said. "Just hold on and they'll pull you up to the plane. 'Tis a wee bit cold for a swim.

her first husband was a ‘genius with a misdirected mind’.

when he majored in political science, his stepfather saw it as an act of revolt, since he openly doubted that there was anything scientific about such fields at all.

He soured on life some seconds after he was born and has made a profession of deteriorating ever since.

The local IRS office lost about two million dollars in illegal collections they’d been getting.

Zzt motioned with the blaster barrel. 'Why don't you just walk out of here and have a nice crap.

As Theodore Sturgeon said decades afterward, “Ninety percent of science fiction is crud. But then ninety percent of everything is crud.

Thus, at twenty hundred hours Friday, the twenty-fourth of January, AD 36 [Hubbard’s calendar: ‘after Dianetics’], L. Ron Hubbard discarded the body he had used in this lifetime for seventy-four years, ten months, and eleven days. The body he had used to facilitate his existence in this MEST universe had ceased to be useful and in fact had become an impediment to the work he now must do outside of its confines.

Nya sought to explain. “He was to ensorcell my computer back to functionality. Even in the Maelstrom, we did not have the blue screen of death. Was his job not information technology? Was his task not to fix such issues so I could return to selling paper, as is my task?” “But, madness and pain beyond comprehension?” Bob did not meet Nya’s eyes. “NOT EVEN THE CHAOS LORDS OF THE MAELSTROM USE MICROSOFT WORD. WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS PLACE?

Seeking a woman who looks like a feminized version of L. Ron Hubbard to help me decode intergalactic messages that I might receive on my Alien Communication Helmet. And after we receive and decode the messages, this female friend could help me make spaghetti with my aforementioned Alien Communication Helmet (it's basically a strainer with antennas). Please don’t send me telepathic thoughts, as it might disrupt transmissions from other galaxies. E-mail only if interested.

إذا أردْت أيُّها الإنسانُ أن تحكُمَ العوالم، أن تحكُمَ الجميع فقبلَ كلِّ شيءٍ عليكَ أن تتعلَّمَ حماقَةَ المادةِ والشَّهَواتِ المادِّيّة." If thou, O Man, would rule the words, the All, First learn thou, the folly of matter and the material lusts.

A few years ago, I wrote Battlefield Earth to celebrate my golden anniversary as a writer. At nearly a half-million words, it was a bit larger than others I had turned out in my fifty-year career. But, after all, it was my anniversary so I decided to splurge.

For whatever reason, efforts to improve oneself, to become happier in life, can become the subject of attacks. It is sometimes necessary to handle such directly. But there is a long-range handling that seldom fails. What, exactly, are such people trying to do to one? They are trying to reduce one downward.

It's true,' replied Doris with a sniff in Bessy's direction to make her sensible of a victory, even if a minor one. 'It is amazing how so many people go insane. One day a man is a normal, friendly husband and the next he suddenly becomes a raging schizoid and slays his wife and himself as well. The result of what cause? Why, perhaps he chanced to find some schoolgirl treasure of another beau who had been his greatest rival and is stunned to discover that she secretly retains this. But usually the matter is not so simple, you know. Next to nothing may happen, jarring awake some sleeping monstrosity in a man's complex mental machinery and turning him from a sane person to a mentally sick individual. It is wholly impossible to say when a man is sane, for' -she tittered- 'scarce one of us is normal.' 'You mean - it might happen to any of us?' 'Of course,' said Doris, charmed by all this interest. 'One moment we are seated here, behaving normally and the next some tiny thing, a certain voice, a certain combination of thoughts may throw out the balance wheel of our intellects and we become potential inmates for asylums the rest of our lives. No, not one of us knows when the world will cease to be a normal, ordinary place. You know, no one ever knows when he goes insane: He supposes it is the world altering, not himself. Rooms become peopled with strange shapes and beings, sounds distort themselves into awful cries and, poof! we are judged insane.' 'Poof -' said Jacob, feeling weak and ill. ("He Didn't Like Cats")

My salvation is to let all this roll over me, to write, write and write some more. To hammer keys until I am finger worn to the second joint and then to hammer keys some more. To pile up copy, stack up stories, roll the wordage and generally conduct my life along the one line of success I have ever had. I write.

Of course, there can be clear indications that a teacher is not worth paying attention to. A history as a fabulist or a con artist should be considered fatal; thus, the spiritual opinions of Joseph Smith, Gurdjieff, and L. Ron Hubbard can be safely ignored. A fetish for numbers is also an ominous sign. Math is magical, but math approached like magic is just superstition—and numerology is where the intellect goes to die. Prophecy is also a very strong indication of chicanery or madness on the part of a teacher, and of stupidity among his students. One can extrapolate from scientific data or technological trends (climate models, Moore’s law), but most detailed predictions about the future lead to embarrassment right on schedule.

When you mix Science Fiction with Fantasy you don't have a pure genre, the two are, to a professional separate genres. I noticed today there is a tendency to mingle them, and then excuse the result by calling it imaginative fiction. Actually they don't mix well. Science Fiction, to be credible, has to be based on some degree of plausibility, Fantasy gives you no limits at all. Writing Science Fiction demands care on the part of the author, writing Fantasy is as easy as strolling in the park.

HOW TO DRIVE A WRITER CRAZY “1. When he starts to outline a story, immediately give him several stories just like it to read and tell him three other plots. This makes his own story and his feeling for it vanish in a cloud of disrelated facts. "2. When he outlines a character, read excerpts from stories about such characters, saying that this will clarify the writer's ideas. As this causes him to lose touch with the identity he felt in his character by robbing him of individuality, he is certain to back away from ever touching such a character. "3. Whenever the writer proposes a story, always mention that his rate, being higher than other rates of writers in the book, puts up a bar to his stories. "4. When a rumor has stated that a writer is a fast producer, invariably confront him with the fact with great disapproval, as it is, of course, unnatural for one human being to think faster than another. "5. Always correlate production and rate, saying that it is necessary for the writer to do better stories than the average for him to get any consideration whatever. "6. It is a good thing to mention any error in a story bought, especially when that error is to be editorially corrected, as this makes the writer feel that he is being criticized behind his back and he wonders just how many other things are wrong. "7. Never fail to warn a writer not to be mechanical, as this automatically suggests to him that his stories are mechanical and, as he considers this a crime, wonders how much of his technique shows through and instantly goes to much trouble to bury mechanics very deep—which will result in laying the mechanics bare to the eye. "8. Never fail to mention and then discuss budget problems with a writer, as he is very interested. "9. By showing his vast knowledge of a field, an editor can almost always frighten a writer into mental paralysis, especially on subjects where nothing is known anyway. "10. Always tell a writer plot tricks, as they are not his business.

For whatever reason, efforts to improve oneself, to become happier in life, can become the subject of attacks. It is sometimes necessary to handle such directly. But there is a long-range handling that seldom fails. What, exactly, are such people trying to do to one? They are trying to reduce one downward. The real handling of such a situation and such people, the real way to defeat them is to flourish and prosper. If you flourish and prosper more and more, such people go into apathy about it: they can give it up completely. If one's aims in life are worthwhile, if one carries them out . . . one certainly will wind up the victor.

I met him in the hospital.' I saw the eyebrow raise in my peripheral vision. 'Yeah, that hospital. He believes that powerful telepaths are secretly in charge of the planet, and that they're possessing people for their own entertainment.' 'Powerful telepaths...' Lew said. 'Slan,' I said. Lew burst out laughing. 'You mean you didn't know that Slan was nonfiction?' I said. 'Bertrum belongs to an organization that believes that Van Vogt intentionally--' 'What did you say--Van Vaht? It's Van Voh.' 'No, it's not. You've gotta pronounce the T at least.' 'What, Van Vote? Don't be an idiot. I bet you still say Submareener.' 'My point--,' I said. 'And Mag-net-o.' '--is that Bertrum thinks Van Voggatuh used fiction to cloak the truth.' 'As opposed to say, your friend, P.K. Dick, and Whitley Strieber, and--' 'Streeber.' 'And L. Ron Hubbard, who just made shit up and said it was the truth.' 'Exactly.' Lew nodded. 'I find your ideas intriguing and I'd like to subscribe to your newsletter. What's the name of this fine organization?' 'It gets better,' I said. "The Human League." 'No way.' 'I'm not sure they realized the name was taken.' 'My god, Lew said. 'It's the perfect cover for an elite fighting force -- an eighties New Wave band! This is so Buckaroo Banzai.

Economics are as simple as they are not obscured. And as confused as they are made to serve a selfish purpose. Any child can understand—and practice—the basic principles of economics. But grown men, huge with the stature of Government or Chain Banks, find it very useful to obscure the subject beyond all comprehension. The things that are done in the name of 'economic necessity' would shame Satan. For they are done by the selfish few to deny the many. Economics easily evolve into the science of making people miserable. Nine-tenths of life are economic. The remaining one-tenth is social-political. If there is this fruitful source of suppression loose upon the world and if it makes people unhappy, then it is a legitimate field for comment in Scientology as it must form a large 'misunderstood' in our daily lives. Let us see how involved it can be made. If Mankind increases in number and if property and goods increase, then money must also increase unless we are to arrive at a point where none can buy. Yet money is pegged to a metal of which there is just so much and no more—gold. So if Man's expansion is to be checked, it will be checked simply by running out of this metal. And aside from art uses and superstition, the metal, gold, has almost no practical value. Iron is far more useful, but as it is one of the most common elements about, it would not serve the purpose of suppression of Man's growth. MONEY IS SIMPLY A SYMBOL THAT PEOPLE ARE CONFIDENT CAN BE CONVERTED INTO GOODS.

Production is the basis of morale‘, L. Ron Hubbard[163] wrote in The Way to Happiness.[164] In other words, work, not leisure, creates quality of life.

Truth is what is true for you.

Those were his exact words, “an insatiable lust for power and money”.

I believed the stories he told were true for him,

Foolishly perhaps, but determined none the less, I have high hopes of smashing my name into history so violently that it will take a legendary form even if all books are destroyed. That goal is the real goal as far as I am concerned…

You speak sincerely, but your sorrow has no cause. The wise grieve neither for the living nor for the dead. There has never been a time when you and I … have not existed, nor will there be a time when we will cease to exist.

This place had really changed. The only trouble with it was, it looked too new and shiny and it certainly now would never age. The Chinese engineers had understood, but the Chatovarians just couldn't grasp that a place should show a little age.

The more u try to help men physically, apparently the less progress u make. It was only when we begin to treat man as a spiritual being, who was not really dependent on the body or the flesh that we made any progress at all. Man is a spiritual being, he is not a piece of flesh. And when u begin to handle men on the basis he is a spirit, that he has unlimited ability, that he is not necessarily pinned down into, like everybody has just so much IQ and they can never have any further IQ, and we start that approach you see we lose. But when we say he is a spirit with infinite capability, and we then try to improve that capability, in that way we win, and we win very easily.

It was only then that Johnny found that "modern" had been a type of architecture prevalent on Earth about eleven hundred years ago; that it consisted of plain, straight up-and-down walls on a rectangular base; that it often was a vast expanse of glass windows; that it had been conceived by somebody dedicated to stamping out all indigenous architecture of an area. In short, "modern" was an architecture that wasn't architecture but just a cheap way to throw rubbish in the air and get paid for it.

You know what, men? Writing's for suckers. I'm gonna start my own religion. That's where the bucks are.

Imi place sa-i ajut pe altii si consider ca cea mai mare placere a vietii este sa vezi un om eliberat de umbrele care-i intuneca zilele. Aceste umbre par atat de dese si il apasa atat de mult, incat atunci cand descopera ca acestea sunt doar umbre si ca poate vedea prin ele si poate sta sub soare, el este nespus de incantat.

Looking back, I ask myself whether WikiLeaks itself during my last months there had developed into a kind of religious cult. It had become a system that admitted little internal criticism. Anything that went wrong had to be the fault of something on the outside. The guru was untouchable and beyond question. Any external danger encouraged internal cohesion. Anyone who offered too much criticism was punished by being withdrawn from communication or by being threatened with possible consequences. Moreover, WL participants were only allowed to know as much as was absolutely necessary for them to carry out their appointed tasks. In any case, this much can be said: From reading the Scientology documents, and the philosophy and teachings of L. Ron Hubbard, Julian learned only too well how a cult of personality functions.

Sometimes others seek to crush one down, to make nothing out of one's hopes and dreams, one's future and oneself.

One of the primary barriers in this society to total freedom is economics. Suppressives have been weaving a web of economic entanglement for societies for some time using economic misinterpretations or ignorance to involve those societies which only recently struck off their chains of actual slavery. Today the chains are made of economic restrictions and, to be blunt, economic lies. An understanding of economics is a bold step forward toward total freedom in a society. Aberrations tend to blow when their lies are exposed.

Today almost any person has a present time problem, growing more pressing as time goes on and as our society evolves. It is a simple question: 'How can I live?’ The answer to this question in a broad general way can be found by attaining an understanding of a subject called Economics.

When a work of painting, music or other form attains two-way communication, it is truly art. One occasionally hears an artist being criticized on the basis that his work is too 'literal' or too 'common.' But one has rarely if ever heard any definition of 'literal' or 'common.' And there are many artists simply hung up on this, protesting it. Also, some avant-garde schools go completely over the cliff in avoiding anything 'literal' or 'common'—and indeed go completely out of communication! The return flow from the person viewing a work would be contribution. True art always elicits a contribution from those who view or hear or experience it. By contribution is meant 'adding to it.’ An illustration is 'literal' in that it tells everything there is to know. Let us say the illustration is a picture of a tiger approaching a chained girl. It does not really matter how well the painting is executed, it remains an illustration and it is literal. But now let us take a small portion out of the scene and enlarge it. Let us take, say, the head of the tiger with its baleful eye and snarl. Suddenly we no longer have an illustration. It is no longer 'literal.' And the reason lies in the fact that the viewer can fit this expression into his own concepts, ideas or experience: he can supply the why of the snarl, he can compare the head to someone he knows. In short, he can CONTRIBUTE to the head. The skill with which the head is executed determines the degree of response. Because the viewer can contribute to the picture, it is art. In music, the hearer can contribute his own emotion or motion. And even if the music is only a single drum, if it elicits a contribution of emotion or motion, it is truly art.

A check of the drawers in the bedside tables revealed a Gideon Bible, a Qur’an, a Book of Mormon, and a leather-bound two-volume biography of L. Ron Hubbard. None of these books – actual books – appeared ever to have been opened, let alone read.

information. Scientology always has been a game of power and control. L. Ron Hubbard was the ultimate con man, and it’s hard to figure out how much of Scientology was an experiment in brainwashing and controlling people, and how much of it was truly intended to help

He had tried rather unsuccessfully to cheer her up and give her confidence

A person can choose to live a fruitful, productive life helping people, and I firmly believe that you get the most benefit out of life that way. If you begin doing evil stuff, it is going to come back to you somehow. If there is one point where I think Scientology falls down it is this: Hubbard stated time and time again that Scientology was a scientific approach to the mind and life.

Recently there came a period when I had little to do. This was novel in a life so crammed with busy years, and I decided to amuse myself by writing a novel that was pure science fiction. In the hard-driven times between 1930 and 1950, I was a professional writer not simply because it was my job, but because I wanted to finance more serious researches. In those days there were few agencies pouring out large grants to independent workers. Despite what you might hear about Roosevelt “relief,” those were depression years. One succeeded or one starved.

Card currently lives in Greensboro, North Carolina, with his wife, Kristine Allen Card, where his primary activities are writing a review column for the local Rhinoceros Times and feeding birds, squirrels, chipmunks, possums, and raccoons on the patio.

And speaking of fight action, there is one place where Old Man Suspense can be made to work like an Elkton marrying parson.

What unites all of these individual Scientologists is a belief in their inherent spiritual imperfection, which can be rectified—if not totally reversed—only through intense study of, and rigid adherence to, the teachings of a single man: Scientology’s founder, L. Ron Hubbard. Though he has been dead some twenty years, Hubbard’s followers regard him as a living, vital entity—a personal Jesus of sorts.

One ought to have some sort of transcendent realization that the world exists because the gods are trapped in the same abyss you've occupied for three years. It should be inspiring or comforting or, I don't know, cathartic.

There are genuine (gin-u-waaane) shitkickers all over America. Alaska; well, you betcha. Utah. That’s your Mormon central command. The word “moron” is built right in. Upset? Tough shit. An entire city and culture centered around a story about a magic angel who transmigrated to upstate New York, 1800 years after the death of Christ, just to reveal the location of some golden plates that would serve to translate a second gospel, like some Mormon Rosetta Stone? Please. And to whom was this revelation made? Joseph Smith. The L. Ron Hubbard of his day. Yeah, that happened, in reality. Because it’s not possible that Smith was either delusional, or a con artist who made it all up.

Jonnie Goodboy Tyler. Conqueror of Psychlos.' Brown Limper spat on the bill. He suddenly seized the bill and tore it frantically into little pieces. Then he threw the pieces around with angry gestures. After that he gathered them all up again and, with a set, malevolent expression on his face, burned them. Then he pulverized the ashes with his fist. But somebody came in soon after and said with a delighted smile, “Have you seen the new bank note?” And waved one! Brown Limper rushed out of the room and found a place to vomit.

Since the first settlers arrived in Jamestown and Plymouth, our common life has been shaped by a succession of fascinating, only-in-America faiths: the chilly Deism of the eighteenth century and the warm metaphysical bath of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Transcendentalism; the Mormon theocracy of the nineteenth century and the New Age movements of the 1960s; Mary Baker Eddy’s Christian Science and L. Ron Hubbard’s Scientology; and many, many more. But

America, built on religious contrarianism, has incubated a far wider and more exotic range of votive beliefs than anywhere else on earth, with the possible exception of India. And without wanting to disparage anyone’s fondest faith, America’s big sky and bigger spiritual yearning has led to some truly eye-bulging and belief-suspending premises for salvation. It’s difficult to imagine that the golden plates engraved with the book of Mormon could have been found anywhere but in the New World, or that L. Ron Hubbard would have found a congregation for Scientology. The fervor of religious experience has been a constant throttle and brake on American life, from the witch hunts of seventeenth-century Massachusetts to the New Age pantheistic hedonism and self-help of twenty-first-century Arizona.