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
beautiful people house
There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.
brain cracks creeps
It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
mirrors faces
All mirrors are magical mirrors, and we never see our faces in them.
marriage people life-and-death
It is a matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each others stories; for it they did not, they would burst.
want generations young
The old know what they want; the young are sad and bewildered.
gossip people awful
How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true!
inspirational teenage laughing
Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.
world reputation unkind
The world is not unkind, and reprobates are worse than their reputations.
past essence names
Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.
fashion firsts rate
You cannot be both fashionable and first-rate
art real writing
The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.
time soul looks
If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.
courage tree risk
What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?
writing gay wings
What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.