Christopher Morley
Christopher Morley
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NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth5 May 1890
CountryUnited States of America
book library may
They go in [to the library] not because they need any certain volume but because they feel that there may be some book that needs them.
mind library proud
A mind too proud to unbend over the small ridiculosa of life is as painful as a library with no trash in it.
informal women
Informal is what women always say they're going to be and never are
accepted people violent yesterday
There is no squabbling so violent as that between people who accepted an idea yesterday and those who will accept the same idea tomorrow.
great ideas income man whose
The unluckiest insolvent in the world is the man whose expenditure is too great for his income of ideas
bad mind silly
Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, everyday, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity.
graveyard handsome prophets twice
Prophets were twice stoned - first in anger; then, after their death, with a handsome slab in the graveyard
attain brain heart honesty madness men pain restrained
Poetry, men attain By subtler pain More flagrant in the brain - An honesty unfeigned, A heart unchained, A madness well restrained
preach sinner
Only the sinner has a right to preach
character hindrance simplicity subtlety
Simplicity of character is no hindrance to subtlety of intellect.
fake-people people enemy
The enemies of the future are always the very nicest people.
moving thinking people
People like to imagine that because all our mechanical equipment moves so much faster, that we are thinking faster, too.
good-night wish watches
The little Plumpuppets are fairies of beds; They have nothing to do but watch sleepyheads; They turn down the sheets and they tuck you in tight, And dance on your pillow to wish you good night!
running baby gratitude
Standing by the crib of one's own baby, with that world - old pang of compassion and protectiveness toward this so little creature that has all its course to run, the heart flies back in yearning and gratitude to those who felt just so toward one's self. Then for the first time one understands the homely succession of sacrifices and pains by which life is transmitted and fostered down the stumbling generations of men.