Smooth your way to the head, through the heart. The way of reason is a good one; but it is commonly something longer, and perhaps ...not so sure.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nearby Bodie was a notoriously tough camp, where "a man for breakfast" was so frequent an occurrence that the phrase "bad man from... Bodie" was coined to describe those residents who were still in the land of the living. So impressive was its reputation for wickedness that once when an Aurora family considered moving to the town, the young daughter of the family finished her evening prayers with a tearful, "Goodbye, God, we're going to Bodie." Aurora ruffled whatever virtuous feathers it could muster and pointed scornfully. Bodie resentfully charged that the child has been deliberately misquoted--that what she had actually said was "Good! By God, we're going to Bodie"!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hispanic gives us all one ultimate paternal cultural progenitor: Spain. The diverse cultures already on the American shores when t...he Europeans arrived, as well as those introduced because of the African slave trade, are completely obliterated by the term. Hispanic is nothing more than a concession made by the U. S. legislature when they saw they couldn't get rid of us. If we won't go away, why not at least Europeanize us, make us presentable guests at the dinner table, take away our feathers and rattles and civilize us once and for all.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So each man, like each plant, has his parasites. A strong, astringent, bilious nature has more truculent enemies than the slugs an...d moths that fret my leaves. Such a one has curculios, borers, knife-worms; a swindler ate him first, then a client, then a quack, then smooth, plausible gentlemen, bitter and selfish as Moloch.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sea is masculine, the type of active strength. Look, what egg-shells are drifting all over it, each one, like ours, filled wit...h men in ecstasies of terror, alternating with cockney conceit, as the sea is rough or smooth. Is this sad-colored circle an eternal cemetery?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A leaf that is supposed to grow is full of wrinkles and creases before it develops; if one doesn't have the patience and wants the... leaf to be as smooth as a willow leaf from the start, then there is a problem.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That man, I think, has had a liberal education who has been so trained in youth that his body is the ready servant of his will, an...d does with ease and pleasure all the work that, as a mechanism, it is capable of; whose intellect is a clear, cold logic engine, with all its parts of equal strength and in smooth working order; ready, like a steam engine, to be turned to any kind of work, and spin the gossamers as well as forge the anchors of the mind; whose mind is stored with a knowledge of the great and fundamental truths of Nature and of the laws of her operations; one who, no stunted ascetic, is full of life and fire, but whose passions are trained to come to heel by a vigorous will, the servant of a tender conscience; who has learned to love all beauty, whether of Nature or of art, to hate all vileness, and to respect others as himself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Prima facie, if you should liken the universe of absolute idealism to an aquarium, a crystal globe in which goldfish are swimming,... you would have to compare the empiricist universe to something more like one of those dried human heads with which the Byaks of Borneo deck their lodges. The skull forms a solid nucleus; but innumerable feathers, leaves, strings, beads, and loose appendices of every description float and dangle from it, and, save that they terminate in it, seem to have nothing to do with one another.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When the soul is ruffled by the remains of one passion, it is more disposed to entertain a new one than when it is entirely cured ...and at rest from all.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Gold light in blind love does not distinguish one surface from another, the savor... is the same to its tongue, the fluted cylinder of a new ashcan a dazzling silver, the smooth flesh of screaming children a quietness, it is all a jubilance....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »