Great Throughts Treasury

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Washington Irving

It is worthy to note, that the early popularity of Washington was not the result of brilliant achievement nor signal success; on the contrary, it rose among trials and reverses, and may almost be said to have been the fruit of defeat.

Gloom | Imagination | Power | Solitude | World |

Wendell Berry

In Port William, more than anyplace else I had been, this religion that scorned the beauty and goodness of this world was a puzzle to me. To begin with, I don’t think anybody believed it. I still don’t think so. Those world-condemning sermons were preached to people who, on Sunday mornings, would be wearing their prettiest clothes. Even the old widows in their dark dresses would be pleasing to look at. By dressing up on the one day when most of them had leisure to do it, they had signified their wish to present themselves to one another and to Heaven looking their best. The people who heard those sermons loved good crops, good gardens, good livestock and work animals and dogs; they loved flowers and the shade of trees, and laughter and music; some of them could make you a fair speech on the pleasures of a good drink of water or a patch of wild raspberries. While the wickedness of the flesh was preached from the pulpit, the young husbands and wives and the courting couples sat thigh to thigh, full of yearning and joy, and the old people thought of the beauty of the children. And when church was over they would go home to Heavenly dinners of fried chicken, it might be, and creamed new potatoes and hot biscuits and butter and cherry pie and sweet milk and buttermilk. And the preacher and his family would always be invited to eat with somebody and they would always go, and the preacher, having just foresworn on behalf of everybody the joys of the flesh, would eat with unconsecrated relish.

Ability | Imagination | Inevitable | Necessity | Order | Understanding |

Wendell Berry

If you could do it, I suppose, it would be a good idea to live your life in a straight line - starting, say, in the Dark Wood of Error, and proceeding by logical steps through Hell and Purgatory and into Heaven. Or you could take the King's Highway past the appropriately named dangers, toils, and snares, and finally cross the River of Death and enter the Celestial City. But that is not the way I have done it, so far. I am a pilgrim, but my pilgrimage has been wandering and unmarked. Often what has looked like a straight line to me has been a circling or a doubling back. I have been in the Dark Wood of Error any number of times. I have known something of Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven, but not always in that order. The names of many snares and dangers have been made known to me, but I have seen them only in looking back. Often I have not known where I was going until I was already there. I have had my share of desires and goals, but my life has come to me or I have gone to it mainly by way of mistakes and surprises. Often I have received better than I deserved. Often my fairest hopes have rested on bad mistakes. I am an ignorant pilgrim, crossing a dark valley. And yet for a long time, looking back, I have been unable to shake off the feeling that I have been led - make of that what you will.

Imagination | Need |

Wendell Berry

We Americans are not usually thought to be a submissive people, but of course we are. Why else would we allow our country to be destroyed? Why else would we be rewarding its destroyers? Why else would we all — by proxies we have given to greedy corporations and corrupt politicians — be participating in its destruction? Most of us are still too sane to piss in our own cistern, but we allow others to do so and we reward them for it. We reward them so well, in fact, that those who piss in our cistern are wealthier than the rest of us. How do we submit? By not being radical enough. Or by not being thorough enough, which is the same thing.

Compassion | Enough | Imagination | Kill | Knowledge | People | Power | Old |

Wendell Berry

We're living, it seems, in the culmination of a long warfare — warfare against human beings, other creatures and the Earth itself.

Civilization | Enough | Forgiveness | Good | Imagination | Need | Question | Sympathy | Forgiveness | Think | Understand |

W. H. Auden, fully Wystan Hugh Auden

The mass and majesty of this world, all that carries weight and always weighs the same lay in the hands of others; they were small and could not hope for help and no help came: what their foes like to do was done, their shame was all the worst could wish; they lost their pride and died as men before their bodies died.

Heart | Imagination | Indignity | Think |

W. H. Auden, fully Wystan Hugh Auden

All sin tends to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is what is called damnation.

Imagination |

W. E. H. Lecky, fully William Edward Hartpole Lecky

The stately ship is seen no more, the fragile skiff attains the shore; and while the great and wise decay, and all their trophies pass away, some sudden thought, some careless rhyme, still floats above the wrecks of Time.

Age | Belief | Culture | Existence | Faith | Ideas | Imagination | Legends | Life | Life | Light | Little | Poetry | Religion | System | Time |

W. E. H. Lecky, fully William Edward Hartpole Lecky

Faith always presented to the mind the idea of an abnormal intellectual condition, of the subversion or suspension of the critical faculties. It sometimes comprised more than this, but it always included this. It was the opposite of doubt and of the spirit of doubt. What irreverent men called credulity, reverent men called faith; and although one word was more respectful than the other, yet the two words were with most men strictly synonymous.

Age | Character | Contemplation | Imagination | Men | Nature | Suffering | Contemplation | Old |

Wallace Stevens

Green is the night and out of madness woven, the self-same madness of the astronomers and of him that sees, beyond the astronomers, the topaz rabbit and the emerald cat.

Imagination |

Wallace Stevens

We say this changes and that changes. Thus the constant violets, doves, girls, bees and hyacinths are inconstant objects of inconstant cause in a universe of inconstancy.

God | Imagination | God |

Wallace Stevens

To say more than human things with human voice that cannot be; to say human things with more than human voice, that, also, cannot be; to speak humanly from the height or from the depth of human things, that is acutest speech.

Imagination | Life | Life | Metaphysics | Regard | Think |

Wallace Stevens

The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real.

Imagination | Power |

Wallace Stevens

The imperfect is our paradise. Note that, in this bitterness, delight, since the imperfect is so hot in us, lies in flawed words and stubborn sounds.

Imagination |

Wallace Stevens

In what camera do you taste poison, in what darkness set glittering scales and point the tipping tongue?

Imagination | World |

Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov

As to the past, I would not mind retrieving from various corners of space-time certain lost comforts, such as baggy trousers and long, deep bathtubs.

Attention | Fear | Imagination | Insanity | Land | Life | Life | Object | Time |

Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov

Above all, beware of platitudes, i.e., word combinations that have already appeared a thousand times.... As a general rule, try to find new combinations of words (not for the sake of their novelty, but because every person sees things in an individual way and must find his own words for them).

Imagination | Precision | Precision |

Vladimir Nabokov, fully Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov

Paduk and all the rest wrote on steadily, but Krug's failure was complete, a baffling and hideous disaster, for he had been busy becoming an elderly man instead of learning the simple but now unobtainable passages which they, mere boys, had memorized.

Imagination |

Voltaire, pen name of François-Marie Arouet NULL

Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their defects respectable.

Books | Imagination | Light |

Vincent van Gogh, fully Vincent Willem van Gogh

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Good | Imagination | Knowledge | Taste |