I’m tired of Love: I’m still more tired of Rhyme.
But Money gives me pleasure all the time.
The worst sort of hypocrite and liar is the man who lies to himself in order to feel at ease.
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: “His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.”
Topics: Authors & Writing
Never could an increase of comfort or security be a sufficient good to be bought at the price of liberty.
All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.
Be at the pains of putting down every single item of expenditure whatsoever every day which could possibly be twisted into a professional expense and remember to lump in all the doubtfuls.
When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.
Topics: Friends, Friendship, Space
From quiet homes and first beginning,
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There’s nothing worth the winning,
But laughter and the love of friends.
Topics: Winning, Friendship, Friends and Friendship, Laughter
It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them.
To walk because it is good for you warps the sould, just as it warps the soul for a man to talk for hire or because he think it his duty.
Great artistic talent in any direction… is hardly inherent to the man. It comes and goes; it is often possessed only for a short phase in his life; it hardly ever colors his character as a whole and has nothing to do with the moral and intellectual stuff of the mind and soul. Many great artists, perhaps most great artists, have been poor fellows indeed, whom to know was to despise.
Topics: The Artist
The Rich arrived in pairs
And also in Rolls Royces;
They talked of their affairs
In loud and strident voices…
The Poor arrived in Fords,
Whose features they resembled;
They laughed to see so many Lords
And Ladies all assembled.
The People in Between
Looked underdone and harassed,
And our of place and mean,
And Horribly embarrassed.
Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone.
The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie.
Child! Do not throw this book about;
Refrain from the unholy pleasure
Of cutting all the pictures out!
Preserve it as your chiefest treasure.
Writing itself is a bad enough trade, rightly held up to ridicule and contempt by the greater part of mankind, and especially by those who do real work, plowing, riding, sailing
Topics: Authors & Writing
I have wandered all my life, and I have traveled; the difference between the two is this—we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.
Wondering Whom to Read Next?
- Matthew Arnold English Poet, Critic
- Maurice Baring British Author
- Thomas Hood British Poet, Humorist
- Leigh Hunt British Author
- Richard Crashaw British Poet
- Evelyn Waugh British Novelist, Satirist
- Graham Greene British Novelist
- G. K. Chesterton English Journalist
- John Dryden English Poet
- Aldous Huxley English Humanist