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And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

 

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

 

Half light, half shade, She stood, a sight to make an old man young.

 

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

 

Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still.

 

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes.

 

This thing you see, a bright-colored deceit, displaying all the many charms of art, with false syllogisms of tint and hue is a cunning deception of the eye…

This thing you see, a bright-colored deceit, displaying all the many charms of art, with false syllogisms of tint and hue is a cunning deception of the eye…

O reverend Chaucere, rose of rethoris all, As in oure tong ane flour imperiall, That raise in Britane evir, quho redis rycht, Thou beris of makaris the triumph riall. 3

 

O reverend Chaucere, rose of rethoris all, As in oure tong ane flour imperiall, That raise in Britane evir, quho redis rycht, Thou beris of makaris the triumph riall. 3

 

Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.

 

London, thou art the flower of Cities all.

 

Love is he, radiant with great splendor, And speaks to us of Thee, O Most High.

 

Don’t say it was “delightful”; make us say “delightful” when we’ve read the description. You see, all those words (horrifying, wonderful, hideous, exquisite) are only like saying to your readers “Please will you do my job for me?”

My characters are quite as real to me as so-called real people; which is one reason why I’m not subject to what is known as loneliness. I have plenty of company.

Fiction is a lie, and good fiction is the truth inside the lie.

La vérité est en marche; rien ne peut plus l’arrêter .

There is more than one kind of wisdom, and all are essential in the world; it is not bad that they should alternate.

The true birthplace is that wherein for the first time one looks intelligently upon oneself; my first homelands have been books.

Another ancient and extensive class of languages, united by a greater number of resemblances than can well be altogether accidental, may be denominated the Indo-european, comprehending the Indian, the West Asiatic, and almost all the European languages.

We murder to dissect.

The wiser mind

One has to secrete a jelly in which to slipquotations down people’s throats—and one always secretes too much jelly.

It was done; it was finished. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, Ihave had my vision.