I dare say I am compelled, unconsciously compelled, now to write volume after volume, as in past years I was compelled to go to sea, voyage after voyage. Leaves must follow upon each other as leagues used to follow in the days gone by, on and on to the appointed end, which, being truth itself, is one -- one for all men and for all occupations.
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I can find my biography in every fable that I read.
I can find my biography in every fable that I read.
What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattleCan read more
What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattleCan patter out their hasty orisons. - Anthem for Doomed Youth.
Literary Men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.
Literary Men are . . . a perpetual priesthood.
First he wrought, and afterward he taught.
First he wrought, and afterward he taught.
You are educated when you have the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or self-confidence.
You are educated when you have the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or self-confidence.
Draw a crazy picture,Write a nutty poem,Sing a mumble-gumble song,Whistle through your comb.Do a loony-goony dance'Cross the kitchen floor,Put something read more
Draw a crazy picture,Write a nutty poem,Sing a mumble-gumble song,Whistle through your comb.Do a loony-goony dance'Cross the kitchen floor,Put something silly in the worldThat ain't been there before.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
I am grieved that it should be said he is my brother, and take these courses. Well, as he brews, read more
I am grieved that it should be said he is my brother, and take these courses. Well, as he brews, so shall he drink, for George again. Yet he shall hear on't, and tightly, too, an' I live, i'faith. - Every Man In His Humor.
In literature as in love we are astounded by what is chosen by others.
In literature as in love we are astounded by what is chosen by others.
