The words "classic" and "romantic," like many other critical expressions, sometimes abused by those who have understood them too v...aguely or too absolutely, yet define two real tendencies in the history of art and literature.... The term "classical," fixed, as it is, to a well-defined group in art, is clear, indeed; but then it has often been used in a hard, and merely scholastic sense, by the praisers of what is old and accustomed, at the expense of what is new, by critics who would never have discovered for themselves the charm of any work, whether new or old, who value what is old, in art or literature, for its accessories, and chiefly for the conventional authority that has gathered about it--people who would never really have been made glad by any Venus of old Greece and Rome, only because they fancy her grown into something staid and tame. And as the term "classical" has been used in a too absolute, and therefore in a misleading sense, so the term "romantic" has been used much too vaguely, in various accidental senses. The sense in which Scott is called a romantic writer is chiefly this; that, in opposition to the literary tradition of the last century, he loved strange adventure, and sought it in the Middle Ages.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Despite popular opinion, there are no important parallels between Madonna and Monroe, who was a virtuoso comedienne but who was in...secure, depressive, passive-aggressive, and infuriatingly obstructionist in her career habits. Madonna is manic, perfectionist, workaholic. Monroe abused alcohol and drugs, while Madonna shuns them. Monroe had a tentative, melting, dreamy solipsism; Madonna has Judy Holliday's wisecracking smart mouth and Joan Crawford's steel will and bossy, circusmaster managerial competence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That same wicked bastard of Venus that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of madness, that blind... rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes because his own are out, let him be judge how deep I am in love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Heavens. Once an object of superstition, awe and fear. Now a vast region for growing knowledge. The distance of Venus, the atm...osphere of Mars, the size of Jupiter, and the speed of Mercury. All this and more we know. But their greatest mystery the heavens have kept a secret. What sort of life, if any, inhabits these other planets? Human life, like ours? Or life extremely lower in the scale. Or dangerously higher.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Rather would I have the love songs of romantic ages, rather Don Juan and Madame Venus, rather an elopement by ladder and rope on a... moonlight night, followed by the father's curse, mother's moans, and the moral comments of neighbors, than correctness and propriety measured by yardsticks.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In frolics dispose your pounds, shillings, and pence, For we shall be nothing a hundred years hence....
We'll sport and be free with Frank, Betty, and Dolly, Have lobsters and oysters to cure melancholy; Fish dinners will make a man spring like a flea, Dame Venus, love's lady, was born of the sea; With her and with Bacchus we'll tickle the sense, For we shall be past it a hundred years hence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Suppose that an inhabitant of Venus or Mars were to contemplate us from the height of a mountain, and watch the little black speck...s that we form in space, as we come and go in the streets and squares of our towns. Would the mere sight of our movements, our buildings, machines, and canals, convey to him any precise idea of our morality, intellect, our manner of thinking and loving, and hoping--in a word, of our real and intimate self? All he could do, like ourselves when we gaze at the hive, would be to take note of some facts that seem very surprising; and from these facts to deduce conclusions probably no less erroneous, no less uncertain, than those we choose to form concerning the bee.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »