Your work is to keep cranking the flywheel that turns the gears that spin the belt in the engine of belief that keeps you and your... desk in midair.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 »
There is a cheap literature that speaks to us of the need of escape. It is true that when we travel we are in search of distance. ...But distance is not to be found. It melts away. And escape has never led anywhere. The moment a man finds that he must play the races, go the Arctic, or make war in order to feel himself alive, that man has begin to spin the strands that bind him to other men and to the world. But what wretched strands! A civilization that is really strong fills man to the brim, though he never stir. What are we worth when motionless, is the question.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
the baby on the platter, cooked but still human,... cooked also with little maggots, sewn onto it maybe by somebody's mother, the damn bitch!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I often wish for the end of the wretched remnant of my life; and that wish is a rational one; but then the innate principle of sel...f-preservation, wisely implanted in our natures, for obvious purposes, opposes that wish, and makes us endeavour to spin out our thread as long as we can, however decayed and rotten it may be.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A worm on the ear-of-wheat, I am yet unrepentant,... for I know how the Lord God is about to manifest, when I, the industrious worm, spin my own shroud.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You sit around here and you spin your little webs and you think the whole world revolves around you and your money. Well it doesn'...t, Mr. Potter. In the whole vast configuration of things I'd say you were nothing but a scurvy little spider.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »