Robert Wilson Lynd
Robert Wilson Lynd
Robert Wilson Lyndwas an Irish writer, editor of poetry, urbane literary essayist and strong Irish nationalist...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth20 April 1879
CountryIreland
book ignorance eye
The happiness even of the naturalist depends in some measure upon his ignorance, which still leaves him new worlds of this kind to conquer. He may have reached the very Z of knowledge in the books, but he still feels half ignorant until he has confirmed each bright particular with his eyes.
christian stars children
The last spectacle of which Christian men are likely to grow tired is a harbour. Centuries hence there may be jumping-off places for the stars, and our children's children's and so forth children may regard a ship as a creeping thing scarcely more adventurous than a worm. Meanwhile, every harbour gives us a sense of being in touch, if not with the ends of the universe, with the ends of the earth.
mean people good-man
When people complain of the decay of manners they have in mind not the impudent abbreviations of the crowd, but the decline in bowing and scraping and in speaking of one's employer as "the master." What the rich mean by the good manners of the poor is usually not civility, but servility.
age forget stills
We forget that Socrates was famed for wisdom not because he was omniscient but because he realized at the age of seventy that he still knew nothing.
cat animal divine
A cat is only technically an animal, being divine.
war fighting turkeys
Mr. Shaw came for a short time recently to be regarded less as an author than as an incident in the European War. In the opinion of many people it seemed as if the Allies were fighting against a combination composed of Germany, Austria-Hungary, Turkey, and Mr. Shaw.
inspirational motivational nature
In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.
peace military war
The belief in the possibility of a short decisive war appears to be one of the most ancient and dangerous of human illusions.
christmas xmas children
Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive.