I always looked to about thirty as the barrier of any real or fierce delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in t...he younger ore and better veins of the mine--and I flatter myself (perhaps) that I have pretty well done so--and now the dross is coming.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine?... The wealthy of seas, the spoils of war?-- They sought a faith's pure shrine!
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found,-- Freedom to worship God.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Writing is to descend like a miner to the depths of the mine with a lamp on your forehead, a light whose dubious brightness falsif...ies everything, whose wick is in permanent danger of explosion, whose blinking illumination in the coal dust exhausts and corrodes your eyes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Yes, I am a Jew, and when the ancestors of the right honourable gentleman were brutal savages in an unknown island, mine were... priests in the temple of Solomon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Taking men into the union is just the kindergarten of their education and every force is against their further education. Men who ...live up those lonely creeks have only the mine owners' Y.M.C.As, the mine owners' preachers and teachers, the mine owners' doctors and newspapers to look to for their ideas. So they don't get many.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As fathers commonly go, it is seldom a misfortune to be fatherless; and considering the general run of sons, as seldom a misfortun...e to be childless.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The crystal sphere of thought is as concentrical as the geological structure of the globe. As our soils and rocks lie in strata, c...oncentric strata, so do all men's thinkings run laterally, never vertically.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My consciousness-raising group is still going on. Every Monday night it meets, somewhere in Greenwich Village, and it drinks a lot... of red wine and eats a lot of cheese. A friend of mine who is in it tells me that at the last meeting, each of the women took her turn to explain, in considerable detail, what she was planning to stuff her Thanksgiving turkey with. I no longer go to the group.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The early twenties when we drank wood alcohol and every day in every way grew better and better, and there was a first abortive sh...ortening of the skirts, and girls all looked alike in sweater dresses, and people you didn't want to know said "Yes, we have no bananas," and it seemed only a question of a few years before the older people would step aside and let the world be run by those who saw things as they were--and it all seems rosy and romantic to us who were young then, because we will never feel quite so intensely about our surroundings any more.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But the body fails us and the mirror knows, and we no longer insist that the gray hush be carried off its surface by the cloth, fo...r we have run to fat, and wrinkles encircle the eyes and notch the neck where the skin wattles, and the flesh of the arms hangs loose like an overlarge sleeve, veins thicken like ropes and empurple the body as though they had been drawn there by a pen, freckles darken, liver spots appear, the hair ... ah, the hair is exhausted and gray and lusterless, in weary rolls like cornered lint.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »