Ellen Glasgow, fully Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow
I have little faith in the theory that organized killing is the best prelude to peace.
I haven't much opinion of words. They're apt to set fire to a dry tongue, that's what I say.
The afternoon slipped away while we talked -- she talked brightly when any subject came up that interested her -- and it was the last hour of day -- that grave, still hour when the movement of life seems to droop and falter for a few precious minutes -- that brought us the thing I had dreaded silently since my first night in the house.
I waited and worked, and watched the inferior exalted for nearly thirty years; and when recognition came at last, it was too late to alter events, or to make a difference in living.
I went down and had a friendly reunion with the constellations.... I get a wonderful peace and the most exquisite pleasure from my friendship with the stars.
There are times when life surprises one, and anything may happen, even what one had hoped for.
In the past few years, I have made a thrilling discovery ... that until one is over sixty, one can never really learn the secret of living. One can then begin to live, not simply with the intense part of oneself, but with one's entire being.
There is no support so strong as the strength that enables one to stand alone.
A little later, when breakfast was over and I had not yet gone up-stairs to my room, I had my first interview with Doctor Brandon, the famous alienist who was in charge of the case. I had never seen him before, but from the first moment that I looked at him I took his measure, almost by intuition. He was, I suppose, honest enough -- I have always granted him that, bitterly as I have felt toward him. It wasn't his fault that he lacked red blood in his brain, or that he had formed the habit, from long association with abnormal phenomena, of regarding all life as a disease. He was the sort of physician -- every nurse will understand what I mean -- who deals instinctively with groups instead of with individuals. He was long and solemn and very round in the face; and I hadn't talked to him ten minutes before I knew he had been educated in Germany, and that he had learned over there to treat every emotion as a pathological manifestation. I used to wonder what he got out of life -- what any one got out of life who had analyzed away everything except the bare structure.
There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under their skins.
A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away.
To teach one's self is to be forced to learn twice.
As far back as I remember, long before I could write, I had played at making stories. But not until I was seven or more, did I begin to pray every night, O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!
It is human nature to overestimate the thing you've never had.
Cruelty is the only sin.
It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.
Violence commands both literature and life, and violence is always crude and distorted.
Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material?
It is only by knowing how little life has in store for us that we are able to look on the bright side and avoid disappointment.