Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
If Socrates leaves his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend.’ Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through...
A nation is the same people living in the same place.
People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.
Interpretations of interpretations interpreted.
I fear those big words which make us so unhappy.
A man of genius makes no mistakes his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
You don't know yet what money is. Money is power, when you have lived as long as I have. I know, I know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say?
You ask me why I don’t love you, but surely you must believe I am very fond of you and if to desire to possess a person wholly, to admire and honour that person deeply, and to seek to secure that pers...
His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatesoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer.
[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.
We were always loyal to lost causes...Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. ~ Professor MacHugh
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
Three quarks for Muster Mark!
Thought is the thought of thought.
The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of...
She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed: and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstra...
The present is the now the here through which all future plunges to the past.
I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.