Logan Pearsall Smith
Logan Pearsall Smith
Logan Pearsall Smithwas an American-born British essayist and critic. Harvard and Oxford educated, he was known for his aphorisms and epigrams, and was an expert on 17th Century divines. His Words and Idioms made him an authority on correct English language usage. He wrote his autobiography, Unforgotten Years, for which he may be best remembered...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth18 October 1865
CountryUnited States of America
soul dew should
We should nourish our souls on the dew of Poesy, and manure them as well.
vanity gossip behind-my-back
One's own vanities and humiliations I find a delicious subject for conversation. Things said of me behind my back I don't enjoy, and don't listen to them.
reflection self mirrors
Self-respecting people do not care to peep at their reflections in unexpected mirrors, or to see themselves as others see them.
sorrow income
There are few sorrows in which a good income is of no avail.
kept-woman married married-women
Married women are kept women, and theyare beginning to find it out.
doors perfect perfection
A friend who loved perfection would be the perfect friend, did not that love shut his door on me.
sorrow age ledges
Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.
chance daily-life whimsical
So, I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents.
hands experience icy
If we shake hands with icy fingers, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.
friendship old-friends needs
We need new friends; some of us are cannibals who have eaten their old friends up; others must have ever-renewed audiences before whom to re-enact the ideal version of their lives.
happiness book reading
Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.
people censorship kind
People have a right to be shocked; the mention of unmentionable things is a kind of participation in them.
weed flower ignorance
Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them and they are the haunt of toads.
thinking desire consumerism
I like to walk down Bond Street, thinking of all the things I don't desire.