No man is much regarded by the rest of the world. He that considers how little he dwells upon the condition of others, will learn ...how little the attention of others is attracted by himself. While we see multitudes passing before us, of whom perhaps not one appears to deserve our notice or excites our sympathy, we should remember, that we likewise are lost in the same throng, that the eye which happens to glance upon us is turned in a moment on him that follows us, and that the utmost which we can reasonably hope or fear is to fill a vacant hour with prattle, and be forgotten.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nature is a greater and more perfect art, the art of God; though, referred to herself, she is genius; and there is a similarity be...tween her operations and man's art even in the details and trifles. When the overhanging pine drops into the water, by the sun and water, and the wind rubbing it against the shore, its boughs are worn into fantastic shapes, and white and smooth, as if turned in a lathe. Man's art has wisely imitated those forms into which all matter is most inclined to run, as foliage and fruit.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It has to be acknowledged that in capitalist society, with its herds of hippies, originality has become a sort of fringe benefit, ...a mere convention, accepted obsolescence, the Beatnik model being turned in for the Hippie model, as though strangely obedient to capitalist laws of marketing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In my day a reporter who took an assignment was wholly on his own until he got back to the office, and even then he was little mol...ested until his copy was turned in at the desk; today he tends to become only a homunculus at the end of a telephone wire, and the reduction of his observations to prose is commonly farmed out to literary castrati who never leave the office, and hence never feel the wind of the world in their faces or see anything with their own eyes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Other people have done what you're doing, then they're sorry afterwards. You needn't be. Sooner or later, Bowers would be committi...ng other robberies. Killing maybe. He'd have to. It's the only way he can live. Perhaps that's our fault. It probably is. But it's too late. He hasn't got a chance. You've saved a lot of people a lot of grief. I don't think that's going to help me sleep nights.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When my face turned toward his, I averted it... and looked at my feet. When my ears clamored to hear his talk, I stopped them. When my cheeks broke out in sweat and goosebumps, I covered them with my hands. But Friends, when the seams of my bodice burst in a hundred places, what could I do?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There are many persons ready to do what is right because in their hearts they know it is right. But they hesitate, waiting for the... other fellow to make the first move--and he, in turn, waits for you. The minute a person whose word means a great deal dares to take the open- hearted and courageous way, many others follow. Not everyone can be turned aside from meanness and hatred, but the great majority of Americans is heading in that direction. I have a great belief in the future of my people and my country.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Unusual precocity in children, is usually the result of an unhealthy state of the brain; and, in such cases, medical men would now... direct, that the wonderful child should be deprived of all books and study, and turned to play or work in the fresh air.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... there was always the assumption, even when I was getting a graduate degree in education, that any work I did was temporary, so...mething to do until I assumed my principal role in life which was to be the perfect wife and mother, supported by my husband. As it turned out, I never had children, and I've supported myself for thirty years. If I'd known I was going to have to do that I would have made some very different decisions. I would have approached work with more seriousness and purpose.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Why the ghosts of poor old dead Romans should be dragged in every time a man eats an oyster, I don't see. We're as fine specimens ...as they were. I swear I shan't let any old turned-to-clay Lucullus outlive me, even if I've never eaten a lamprey.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »