This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
Gradually, everything that happens in the world is coming to be of interest everywhere in the world, and, gradually, thoughtful men and women everywhere are sitting in judgment upon the conduct of all nations.
Men |
Elizabeth Bowen, Full name Elizabeth Dorothea Cole Bowen
When her head fell back in despair, while the man devoured her face horribly, one watched her forgotten arm hang down over his shoulder: the tips of the fingers twitched. What was she thinking about, what did women think about – then?
Elizabeth Bowen, Full name Elizabeth Dorothea Cole Bowen
Lunch went through with strands of talk spun out fine till they dwindled to thin little patches of silence.
Fear |
Nobody knows through how many thousands of years fighting men have made a place for themselves while the weak and peaceable have gone to the wall.
Shine comforts from the east, That I may back to Athens by daylight From these that my poor company detest; And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Art | Beauty | Death | Enough | Evil | Father | Fortune | God | Good | Government | Heart | Rage | Shame | Tears | Vengeance | Virtue | Virtue | Government | Art | Beauty | God |
She shall watch all night: and if she chance to nod I'll rail and brawl and with the clamour keep her still awake. This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.
ROSENCRANTZ: My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET: The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing. GUILDENSTERN: A thing my lord? HAMLET: Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!
Better |
So on the tip of his subduing tongue all kinds of arguments and question deep, all replication prompt and reason strong, for his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, he had the dialect and different skill, catching all passions in his craft of will; . . .
Silence is not a language, it’s a weapon to make your dear one to feel.
Shall we play the wantons with our woes, and make some pretty match with shedding tears?
Space |
My restlessness makes me a far better day-to-day traveler than he will ever be. I am infinitely curious and almost infinitely patient with mishaps, discomforts, and minor disasters. So I can go anywhere on the planet—that’s not a problem. The problem is that I just can’t live anywhere on the planet.
I wondered why have I been chasing happiness my whole life when bliss was here the entire time?