Quotes of: Selected Keyword

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

Canzoniere: Selected Poems

In regard to the amount of difference between the races, we must make some allowance for our nice powers of discrimination gained by a long habit of observing ourselves.

The Descent of Man and Selection in Relation to Sex, Vol 1

Conversion does not make us perfect, but it does catapult us into a total experience of discipleship that affects - and infects - every sphere of our living.

Devotional Classics: Selected Readings for Individuals and Groups

Man's capacity for justice makes democracy possible, but man's inclination to injustice makes democracy necessary.

The Essential Reinhold Niebuhr: Selected Essays and Addresses

There are only fools who believe that art is a serious matter.

4 Dada Suicides: Selected Texts of Arthur Cravan, Jacques Rigaut, Julien Torma, and Jacques Vaché

It’s not the light that’s attracting me, but the darkness that’s driving me on.

4 Dada Suicides: Selected Texts of Arthur Cravan, Jacques Rigaut, Julien Torma, and Jacques Vaché

The literature of impotence is about to develop beyond measure.

4 Dada Suicides: Selected Texts of Arthur Cravan, Jacques Rigaut, Julien Torma, and Jacques Vaché

For us life is a fact, no less, and, above all, no more.

4 Dada Suicides: Selected Texts of Arthur Cravan, Jacques Rigaut, Julien Torma, and Jacques Vaché

[...] I will go to France, to Yugoslavia, to China and continue my profession.' 'As sanitary engineer?' 'No, Monsieur. As adventurer. I will see all the peoples and all the countries in the world.

Anatomy of Restlessness: Selected Writings, 1969-1989

I've always been amused by the contention that brain work is harder than manual labor. I've never known a man to leave a desk for a muck-stick if he could avoid it.

America and Americans and Selected Nonfiction

I like geography best, he said, because your mountains & rivers know the secret. Pay no attention to boundaries.

Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas

It was dark, so I couldn't make out much of her face, but she had brilliant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun altogether.

The Selection Stories: The Prince & The Guard

[S]how yourself a Christian, by suffering without murmuring; - in patience possess your soul: they lose nothing who gain Christ.

A Selection from His Letters

The greatest mistake of the movement has been trying to organize a sleeping people around specific goals. You have to wake the people up first, then you'll get action.

Malcolm X Speaks: Selected Speeches and Statements

After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of moral isolation is intolerable to us.

The Mortgaged Heart: Selected Writings

The fear of blacks has become the dirty little secret of our political culture.

The Norman Podhoretz Reader: A Selection of His Writings from the 1950s Through the 1990s

Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.

The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

Looking for God—or Heaven—by exploring space is like reading or seeing all Shakespeare’s plays in the hope that you will find Shakespeare as one of the characters.

Seeing Eye and Other Selected Essays from Christian Reflections

A map does not just chart, it unlocks and formulates meaning; it forms bridges between here and there, between disparate ideas that we did not know were previously connected.

The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet

I heard one presidential candidate say that what this country needed was a president for the nineties. I was set to run again. I thought he said a president IN his nineties.

Speaking My Mind: Selected Speeches

After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.

The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play