Quotes to inspire and reflect

Television has brought back murder into the home—where it belongs.

Actors are cattle.

All a green willow, willow;

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.

The half is greater than the whole.

In peace, children inter their parents; war violates the order of nature and causes parents to inter their children.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

He that lives in hope danceth without music.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,

Fine nets and stratagems to catch us in,

If goodness lead him not, yet weariness

When God at first made man,

The land of spices; something understood.

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,

Who says that fictions only and false hair

Teach me, my God and King,

A servant with this clause

But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild

Away; take heed:

Let all the world in ev’ry corner sing

I struck the board, and cried, ‘No more.

You can’t step twice into the same river.

Everything flows and nothing stays.

Grace under pressure.

Dieu me pardonnera, c’est son métier.

Maximilien Robespierre was nothing but the hand of Jean Jacques Rousseau, the bloody hand that drew from the womb of time the body whose soul Rousseau had created.

What then is music? … It exists between thought and phenomenon, like a twilight medium, it stands between spirit and matter, related to and yet different from both; it is spirit, but spirit governed by time; it is matter, but matter that can manage without space.

Auf Flügeln des Gesanges.

Dort, wo man Bücher

The famous

Don’t be surprised

But then, once in a lifetime

Between my finger and my thumb

We can scarcely hate any one that we know.

Well, I’ve had a happy life.

Rules and models destroy genius and art.

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves.

He talked on for ever; and you wished him to talk on for ever.

America is now given over to a damned mob of scribbling women.

I really do inhabit a system in which words are capable of shaking the entire structure of government, where words can prove mightier than ten military divisions.

The scarlet letter.

If, of all words of tongue and pen,

If this sort of thing continues no more novel-writing for me. A man must be a fool to deliberately stand up and be shot at.

This is the weather the cuckoo likes,

When I set out for Lyonnesse,

Woman much missed, how you call to me,

In the third-class seat sat the journeying boy