Ellen Glasgow, fully Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow
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.
First I was an idealist (that was early - fools are born, not made, you know); next I was a realist; now I am a pessimist, and, by Jove! if things get much worse I'll become a humorist.
Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.
Women are one of the Almighty's enigmas to prove to men that He knows more than they do.
Grandfather used to say that when a woman got ready to fall in love the man didn't matter, because she could drape her feeling over a scarecrow and pretend he was handsome...
Moderation has never yet engineered an explosion.
He felt with the force of a revelation that to throw up the clods of earth manfully is as beneficent as to revolutionize the world. It was not the matter of the work, but the mind that went into it, that counted -- and the man who was not content to do small things well would leave great things undone.
Most women want their youth back again; but I wouldn't have mine back at any price. The worst years of my life are behind me, and my best ones ahead.