Better extirpate the whole breed, root and branch. And this, unless the German people come to their senses, is what we propose to ...do.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad; O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad:... Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? What wheels, racks, fires? What flaying, boiling... In leads or oils? What old or newer torture Must I receive, whose every word deserves To taste of thy most worst?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the natures of the times deceased,... The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Next we come to the bronchial buster, or the man (it is usually a man) who, being in the throes of a terrific throat and tube trou...ble chooses that night for theater-going.... He will soon learn to pick his pauses with finesse. It does no good to cough while there is a great deal of noise going on on the stage. No one can hear. The time is just as the star is about to do a little low speaking to her dying lover or when the hero, alone in his garret, goes silently over to the fireplace and tears up the letter. There for a good rousing bark, my hearty, followed by a series of short sharp ones like those of a coxswain! If possible the appearance of apoplexy should be simulated.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The real questions are the ones that obtrude upon your consciousness whether you like it or not, the ones that make your mind star...t vibrating like a jackhammer, the ones that you "come to terms with" only to discover that they are still there. The real questions refuse to be placated. They barge into your life at the times when it seems most important for them to stay away. They are the questions asked most frequently and answered most inadequately, the ones that reveal their true natures slowly, reluctantly, most often against your will.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they... survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: "It's four o'clock ... At five I have my abyss."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[As teenager], the trauma of near-misses and almost- consequences usually brings us to our senses. We finally come down someplace ...between our parents' safety advice, which underestimates our ability, and our own unreasonable disregard for safety, which is our childlike wish for invulnerability. Our definition of acceptable risk becomes a product of our own experience.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When a generation watches the young ones, their future, their responsibility, grow up, and when what they are to inherit is pitifu...l and so reduced, then the shame of it goes too deep for reasoning. No, it was not our fault that our children had to learn such hardship, had to forego so much that we, the older ones, had inherited. Our fault it was not; but we felt that it was. We were learning, we old ones, that in times when a species, a race, is under threat, drives and necessities built into the very substance of our flesh speak out in ways that we need never have known about if extremities had not come to squeeze these truths out of us. An older, a passing, generation needs to hand on goodness, something fine and high--even if it is only in potential--to their children. And if there isn't this bequest to put into their hands, then there is a bitterness and a pain that makes it hard to look into young eyes, young faces.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »