What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine. They are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic a...nd acute, cold and heat and famine. They are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralisation and disorder on the part of the inferior ... jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease;... Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve, Desire his death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In general a thing is romantic when, as Aristotle would say, it is wonderful rather than probable; in other words, when it violate...s the normal sequence of cause and effect in favor of adventure. Here is the fundamental contrast between the words classic and romantic which meets us at the outset and in some form or other persists in all uses of the word down to the present day. A thing is romantic when it is strange, unexpected, intense, superlative, extreme, unique, etc. A thing is classical, on the other hand, when it is not unique, but representative of a class. In this sense, medical men may speak correctly of a classic case of typhoid fever, or a classic case of hysteria. One is even justified in speaking of a classic example of romanticism. By an easy extension of meaning a thing is classical when it belongs to a high class or to the best class.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever sh...ave themselves in such a state?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life o...f passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh! Caesonia, I knew men could despair, but I did not know what that word meant. I thought like, everyone else, that it was an ail...ment of the soul. But no, it is the body that suffers. My skin hurts, my chest, my limbs. I am feeling lightheaded and nauseated. And the most horrible is this taste in my mouth. Neither blood, nor death, nor fever, but all of them at once.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Shall we never have done with that cliché, so stupid that it could only be human, about the sympathy of animals for man when he i...s unhappy? Animals love happiness almost as much as we do. A fit of crying disturbs them, they'll sometimes imitate sobbing, and for a moment they'll reflect our sadness. But they flee unhappiness as they flee fever, and I believe that in the long run they are capable of boycotting it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »