Great Throughts Treasury

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Emile Zola

The whole of Paris was lit up. The tiny dancing flames had bespangled the sea of darkness from end to end of the horizon, and now, like millions of stars, they burned with a steady light in the serene summer night. There was no breath of wind to make them flicker as they hung there in space. They made the unseen city seem as vast as a firmament, reaching out into infinity.

Appearance | Vision |

Emile Zola

These military tribunals have, decidedly, a most singular idea of justice.

Courage | Love | Nothing |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

Change | Courage | Day | Dignity | Father | Good | Heart | Little | Mother | Will | Friends | Learn | Think |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.

Art | Life | Life | Vision | Art |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

My walk home was lengthened by a diversion in the direction of the kirk. When beneath its walls, I perceived decay had made progress, even in seven months - many a window showed black gaps deprived of glass; and slates jutted off, here and there, beyond the right line of the roof, to be gradually worked off in coming autumn storms. I sought, and soon discovered, the three head-stones on the slope next the moor - the middle one, gray, and half buried in heath - Edgar Linton's only harmonized by the turf and moss, creeping up its foot - Heathcliff's still bare. I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Agony | Sense | Soul | Torture | Vision | Will | Think |

Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell

I want to crawl to her feet, whimper to be forgiven, for loving her, for needing her more than my own life, for belonging to her more than my own soul. Heathcliff, speaking of Catherine

Conduct | Courage | God | Good | Hope | Thought | God | Thought |

Emmet Fox

The poor in spirit suffer from none of these embarrassments, either because they never had them, or because they have risen above them on the tide of spiritual understanding. They have got rid of the love of money and property, of fear of public opinion, and of the disapproval of relatives or friends. They are no longer overawed by human authority, however august. They are no longer cocksure in their own opinions. They have come to see that their most cherished beliefs may have been and probably were mistaken, and that all their ideas and views of life may be false and in need of recasting. They are ready to start again at the very beginning and learn life anew.

Abstract | Business | Candor | Courage | Ideals | Life | Life | Love | Man | Practice | Receive | Religion | Right | Sense | Soul | Strength | Theories | Thought | Time | Trust | Will | Woman | Business | Thought |

Emma Goldman

Perhaps even more than constituted authority, it is social uniformity and sameness that harass the individual most. His very uniqueness, separateness and differentiation make him an alien, not only in his native place, but even in his own home. Often more so than the foreign born who generally falls in with the established.

Courage | Intelligence | Liberty |

Emma Goldman

The whole history of man is continuous proof of the maxim that to divest one's methods of ethical concepts means to sink into the depths of utter demoralization.

Authority | Courage | Life | Life | Public | Uniformity |

Emma Goldman

The majority cannot reason; it has no judgment. It has always placed its destiny in the hands of others; it has followed its leaders even into destruction. The mass has always opposed, condemned, and hounded the innovator, the pioneer of a new truth.

Individual | Vision | World |

Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste

I have a theory about the human mind. A brain is a lot like a computer. It will only take so many facts, and then it will go on overload and blow up.

Courage | Enough |

Erich Auerbach

It was Plato who bridged the gap between poetry and philosophy; for, in his work, appearance, despised by his Eleatic and Sophist predecessors, became a reflected image of perfection. He set poets the task of writing philosophically, not only in the sense of giving instruction, but in the sense of striving, by the imitation of appearance, to arrive at its true essence and to show its insufficiency measured by the beauty of the Idea.

Character | Courage | Day | Destiny | God | Obedience | Rebellion | Soul | God |

Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste

It was a bitter moment for us. We weren't two mature parents. We were just two kids playing grown-up. We still needed Mommy and Daddy's permission, blessings, and money to survive.

Courage | Dreams |

Erma Bombeck, fully Erma Louise Bombeck, born Erma Fiste

There is a rumor that seven states are considering overpruning as a cause for divorce, second only to incompatibility and adultery. I hope our state is one of them. No judge would dare deny me freedom after he heard the story of my privet hedge.

Courage | Dreams | Good | Little | People |

Ernest Becker

The great boon of repression is that it makes it possible to live decisively in an overwhelmingly miraculous and incomprehensible world, a world so full of beauty, majesty, and terror that if animals perceived it all they would be paralyzed to act. ... What would the average man (sic) do with a full consciousness of absurdity? He has fashioned his character for the precise purpose of putting it between himself and the facts of life; it is his special tour-de-force that allows him to ignore incongruities, to nourish himself on impossibilities, to thrive on blindness. He accomplishes thereby a peculiarly human victory: the ability to be smug about terror.

Beginning | Courage | Death | Hero | Honor | Man | Nature | Terror | Thinkers | Valor | Valor |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

Capacity | Courage | Discipline | People |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.

Age | Children | Courage | Old age | Old |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

If the book is good, is about something that you know, and is truly written, and reading it over you see that this is so, you can let the boys yip and the noise will have that pleasant sound coyotes make on a very cold night when they are out in the snow and you are in your own cabin that you have built or paid for with your work.

Courage | Good | Kill | People | Will | World |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.

Courage | Grace | Story |