Most women of [the WW II] generation have but one image of good motherhood--the one their mothers embodied. . . . Anything done "f...or the sake of the children" justified, even ennobled the mother's role. Motherhood was tantamount to martyrdom during that unique era when children were gods. Those who appeared to put their own needs first were castigated and shunned--the ultimate damnation for a gender trained to be wholly dependent on the acceptance and praise of others.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Emperor Joseph II: Your work is ingenious. It's quality work, and there are simply too many notes, that's all. Just cut a few and ...it will be perfect. Mozart: Which few did you have in mind, majesty?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent of Eden's roses ye...t lingered in it, while it vibrated only to the world's first brood of nightingales, and to the laugh of Eve. I see the pyramids building; I hear the shoutings of the armies of Alexander.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Charles Foster Kane: You always said you wanted to live in a palace. Susan Alexander: Oh, a person could go crazy in this dum...p. Nobody to talk to, nobody to have any fun with. Charles Foster Kane: Susan. Susan Alexander: Forty-nine thousand acres of nothing but scenery and statues. I'm lonely.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The foot of the heavenly ladder, which we have got to mount in order to reach the higher regions, has to be fixed firmly in every-...day life, so that everybody may be able to climb up it along with us. When people then find that they have got climbed up higher and higher into a marvelous, magical world, they will feel that that realm, too, belongs to their ordinary, every-day life, and is, merely, the wonderful and most glorious part thereof.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O none but gods have power their love to hide, Affection by the count'nance is descride.... The light of hidden fire it selfe discovers, And love that is conceal'd, betraies poore lovers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Like to the tree of Tantalus she fled, And seeming lavish, sav'de her maydenhead.... Ne're king more sought to keepe his diademe; Than Hero this inestimable gemme.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »