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Page 141 - Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of Victory As he defeated - dying On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear!
Page 82 - So many things in literature stop short when the people are married. I think that's such an immature point of view — just as if that were the end of the story. And when they write stories about married people they usually have them terribly unhappy about having to live together, and wishing they could live with some one else. It seems to me they leave out the best part.
Page 232 - ... her writing for most of her life. At one point in the novel, Ernestine's young cousin, a newspaperwoman strikingly like Susan at the time, contemplates marrying a sensible, practical man, whom she likes but does not adore. Ernestine tries to dissuade her, arguing that marriage must be based on more: "You wouldn't be willing to lay down your life for intellectual companionship. You wouldn't be willing to go barefoot and hungry and friendless for kindred tastes. Don't for one minute believe you...
Page 373 - ... as it was just before he went into the silence." And those who had known him, and with the brutal thoughtlessness of modern life, had already half forgotten to hail it as a masterpiece, a thing that no painter had ever before "painted the kind of light which could make a blind man see. For he was blind — the picture told that, but it seemed no one had ever had light quite as understandingly as he had it there.
Page 230 - But it's thankless. And you never get anywhere. You break your neck one day, and then there's nothing to do the next, but start in and break it again. You're never any better to-day for yesterday's killing. Now with you — when you paint a good picture, it stays painted.
Page 341 - Can you fancy anything more worthless in this world than a patchwork quilt ? — cutting things up and then sewing them together again, and making them uglier in the end than they were in the beginning? Do you know anything more futile to do with life than that?
Page 205 - I shall strive to become a perfectly constructed instrument — that's all. And I will be better than the usual laboratory assistant, for not having any ideas of my own I will not intrude my individuality upon Karl — to blur his vision.