Hogarth Quotes & Sayings

I'm in a caregiver's relationship with my body, a perpetual internal gauging of wellness. My spine is Hogarth's thermometer. I ascend and descend its rungs a hundred times a day, reading the mercury level. The same dis-ease speaks many languages. If you block one mouth, another will speak. The symptoms represent differently, and as I get older, my translation changes. The prescription changes. Must be vigilant. Must be my best nurse. — Jalina Mhyana

Hell is a library," she said, tightening her fresh knot.

"That really doesn't sound bad, Julia."

"That's because I'm not finished. Hell is a library of books containing every word you've ever said, and videotapes of everything you've ever done."

"So what. Do you have to watch them?"

"No, you don't have to. But would you be able to help yourself? It would be unbearable. I couldn't resist, but I would hate myself after." She gave the noose two good, hard tugs. "Plus, even if you could resist the temptation, you'd eventually get so bored that you'd do anything. And the only thing to read is stuff that you've said and the only thing to do is watch yourself. — Ainslie Hogarth

when I stare at myself for a really long time, I stop looking human. The way that a word starts to seem unreal as you repeat it, my face unravels. — Ainslie Hogarth

There are three kinds of forms in the human figure: Ovoid forms - egg, ball and barrel masses; Column forms - cylinder, cone; Spatulate forms - box, slab and wedge blocks. — Burne Hogarth

Simplicity, without variety, is wholly insipid. — William Hogarth

Woolf 's control over the production of her own work is a significant factor in her genesis as a writer. The Hogarth Press became an important and influential publishing house in the decades that followed. It was responsible, for example, for the first major works of Freud in English, beginning in 1922, and published significant works by key modernist writers such as T. S. Eliot and Gertrude Stein. Woolf herself set the type for the Hogarth edition of
Eliot's The Waste Land (1923), which he read to them in June 1922, and which she found to have 'great beauty & force of phrase: symmetry; & tensity. What connects it together, I'm not so sure' (D2 178). — Jane Goldman

Lord Salisbury's basic educational philosophy was that higher authority could, at best, have only a marginal effect; real desire to learn had to come from within. "N. has been very hard put to it for something to do," he wrote of a son who had been left alone with him for a few days at Hatfield. "Having tried all the weapons in the gun-cupboard in succession - some in the riding room and some, he tells me, in his own room - and having failed to blow his fingers off, he has been driven to reading Sydney Smith's Essays and studying Hogarth's pictures." Lady Salisbury did not share her husband's detached approach. "He may be able to govern the country," she said, "but he is quite unfit to be left in charge of his children. — Robert K. Massie

My father would sit and design furniture and cabinets - he was a carpenter and cabinet maker - and I would ask for my own piece of paper and pencil. And when I would say, 'What should I draw?' he would push a cartoon under my nose and say, 'Here, draw this.' So the cartoon became a kind of focus of attention. — Burne Hogarth

Maybe these whole woods are haunted with crushed girl ghosts and that's what I'm hearing. They're coming to check me out, make sure I'm cool. Which I'm not, so they'll be disappointed. — Ainslie Hogarth

I know no such thing as genius, - genius is nothing but labor and diligence. — William Hogarth

Because I'm evil, that's why. I'm an evil monster, two at once all the time and both evil. That's why. — Ainslie Hogarth

Time had her by the throat, and the more she squirmed the tighter it gripped. — Ainslie Hogarth

I have generally found that persons who had studied painting least were the best judges of it. — William Hogarth

And she nodded and she nodded and she nodded until she was sobbing and she wasn't sure when the nodding turned into sobbing but it had and she'd buried her face into The Mother's neck and The Mother rubbed her back, her palm up and down and up and down. — Ainslie Hogarth

From day one I was an inconvenience. But apparently I was a very cute baby so that helped my case a bit. — Ainslie Hogarth

The problem is, you can't fake dead hands. That invisible something that fills dead or sleeping hands, making them appear strange and inanimate, is impossible to imitate. — Ainslie Hogarth

Such indeed was her image, that neither could Shakespeare describe, nor Hogarth paint, nor Clive act, a fury in higher perfection. — Henry Fielding

I wish that I really were all troubled and beautiful the way that some people are. Give myself the kind of beginning worthy of the Biography Channel. — Ainslie Hogarth

I excel at withholding. Resisting. Denying satisfaction. — Ainslie Hogarth

That's what fresh babies look like. You should see it. Horrific. Your vagina rips in two and this purpled, wrinkled creature comes flying out. And you're stuck with it. — Ainslie Hogarth

I'm the reasons that partners have to be assigned in school instead of chosen, or why teachers have to pick the teams in gym class instead of letting kids separate on their own. — Ainslie Hogarth

No wonder serial killers liked to chop up women," Julia said. "They seem so much better when they're just bits and pieces. — Ainslie Hogarth

Normal and together, an impossible combination for us in the regular, real world. — Ainslie Hogarth

Real teacups are too small. No room for sloshing around so they're impossible to carry anywhere. Those cups force you to sit and be seated and do nothing but sip. Maybe that's why ladies in Victorian movies are never DOING anything. Bound to the table by their teacups. Bound to the table by THE THREAT OF MESS. — Ainslie Hogarth

Sometimes I feel like I'm disappearing. — Ainslie Hogarth

I think it is owing to the good sense of the English that they have not painted better. — William Hogarth

parents are just as responsible for your death as they are for your birth. They set you on the tangent along which you inevitably die. — Ainslie Hogarth

Books are like people. They can be beautiful on the outside and it's wonderful when they are, but what counts is the inside. And the inside of a book can be communicated in a dozen different ways, and cheaply enough that everyone can have access. And everyone should. — M.C.A. Hogarth

Hogarth ranks among those pictorial creators who have discovered the expressive force of the brushstroke as well as of color and its harmonies. He makes his entry into art as a reflection of Hals and Velasquez. — Rene Huyghe

Serious or trivial, his daily behavior has instituted a canon which millions observe this day with conscious memory. No one regarded by any section of the human race as Perfect Man has ever been imitated so minutely.The conduct of the founder of Christianity has not governed the ordinary life of his followers. Moreover, no founder of a religion has left on so solitary an eminence as the Muslim apostle. — David George Hogarth

She wanted to find a loose thread in the twilight. Pull it. See what shined so brightly behind it, through the snags. — Ainslie Hogarth

I didn't want to explode on you like that right away. I was really planning on giving you the cold shoulder until you cried. That would have been so much better. — Ainslie Hogarth

Mathematics tells us that knowledge of all infinite futures is not possible - is this why bad things happen?

Has science killed God? — R.J. Hogarth

I turned my thoughts to a still more novel mode ... to compose pictures on canvas similar to representations on the stage ... my picture is my stage, and men and women my players exhibited in a 'dumb' show. — William Hogarth

I've sold shoes, hawked newspapers, jerked sodas, gazed rapturously at the tinsel dream at the end of a runway from my usher's aisle in a burley-cue, drove a truck - then because I didn't like being pushed around, started pushing a pencil around. — Burne Hogarth

Survival is a growth strategy. — Ian Hogarth

but maybe, also, she doesn't know how to talk to us because she's so weird. — Ainslie Hogarth

All the world is competent to judge my pictures except those who are of my profession. — William Hogarth

Israel was thinking of warm beer, and muffins, and Wensleydale cheese, and Wallace and Gromit, and the music of Elgar, and the Clash, and the Beatles, and Jarvis Cocker, and the white cliffs of Dover, and Big Bend, and the West End, and Stonehenge, and Alton Towers, and the Last Night of the Proms, and Glastonbury, and William Hogarth, and William Blake, and Just William, and Winston Churchill, and the North Circular Road, and Grodzinski's for coffee, and rubbish, and potholes, and a slice of Stilton and a pickled onion, and George Orwell. And Gloria, of course. He was almost home to Gloria. G-L-O-R-I-A. — Ian Sansom

Straight lines vary only in length, and therefore are least ornamental. — William Hogarth

but the soul of a woman emits an energy men will never comprehend. We (women) are the magnets that pull existence together, from the core of the family, to the network of acquaintances you'll make. We all exchange the flow of love on what we call Mother earth, with her gravitational pull keeping us all grounded. You'll notice all encapsulating existences, and even vessels, are given a feminine gender. The earth and her land masses, the oceans and the seas, and ships, for instance. All are referred to as female entities. — Darren Hogarth

And actually I wouldn't want to suck the glaze off his eyes. I should leave it. Because it might be the glaze over his eyes that makes him think I'm so wonderful. — Ainslie Hogarth

Time is not a great artist but weakens all he touches. — William Hogarth

You're nothing but an intruder. A germ. A piece of sand agitating my oyster. But you're not a pearl; you're a tumor or a wart or a cyst. — Ainslie Hogarth

Real smoker's fingers aren't scared of the burning embers; their fingers coexist with it. — Ainslie Hogarth

The volcanic bubbling of everything in one pan made it very difficult to hear a crying child on the doorstep. — Ainslie Hogarth

Her body, the nucleic force of the furious scribble, was absolutely out of control: slipping and falling and flaking off, gaining much, losing little. — Ainslie Hogarth

I had rather, if cruelty has been prevented by the four prints [The Four Stages of Cruelty], be maker of them than of the [Raphael] cartoons. — William Hogarth

Just to warn you, I die at the end of all of this. So don't get too attached to me or anything. — Ainslie Hogarth

You don't want to be pitied."

"Why not?"

"I don't really know, but I know that you don't want it. No one ever wants anyone else's pity. In the movies anyway. — Ainslie Hogarth

The serpentine line, or the line of grace, by its waving and winding at the same time different ways, leads the eye in a pleasing manner along the continuity of its variety. — William Hogarth

Quivering eyelids closed over wild eyeballs. Paddleball heartbeat, awake beneath the costume of sleep. — Ainslie Hogarth

The limitations of archaeology are galling. It collects phenomena, but hardly ever can isolate them so as to interpret scientifically; it can frame any number of hypotheses, but rarely, if ever, scientifically prove. — David George Hogarth

Lipstick was an easy answer to boredom. It was the most exciting thing you could do in the shortest amount of time because for a second, you got to convince yourself that you were the kind of gal who wears lipstick every day. You got to pout to yourself, and trick yourself that you were glamorous. Then in a second it was over, time to wipe it off and start again. — Ainslie Hogarth

Goddammit. I hate when crying just happens to you Like when you're being yelled at by someone or you're very nervous, there's a hostile takeover of your face and chest and all of a sudden you're a crying baby. — Ainslie Hogarth

To behave creatively in art means behavior with skill; and skill comes from discipline, not derangement. The artist who knows the rules -and proportion is one of them- knows where to bend and how to break them. — Burne Hogarth

Once you've spit something out, you can't eat it back up again. People don't forget. — Ainslie Hogarth

He couldn't begin his morning writing session until his writing implements and the bric-a-brac on his desk (including an indispensable figurine of two frogs dueling with swords) were perfectly disposed, but in thirty-five years of writing to deadline - all his novels were written as weekly or monthly serials - he missed a deadline only once, and then only because he was stunned by Mary Hogarth's death. — Robert Garnett

I think you're strange, and what you did was a strange thing to do. — Ainslie Hogarth

After all, what is it?- this indescribable something which men will persist in terming "genius"? I agree with Buffon- with Hogarth- it is but diligence after all.
Look at me!- how I labored- how I toiled- how I wrote! Ye Gods, did I not write? I knew not the word "ease." By day I adhered to my desk, and at night, a pale student, I consumed the midnight oil. You should have seen me- you should. I leaned to the right. I leaned to the left. I sat forward. I sat backward. I sat tete baissee (as they have it in the Kickapoo), bowing my head close to the alabaster page. And, through all, I- wrote. Through joy and through sorrow, I-wrote. Through hunger and through thirst, I-wrote. Through good report and through ill report- I wrote. Through sunshine and through moonshine, I-wrote. What I wrote it is unnecessary to say. The style!- that was the thing. I caught it from Fatquack- whizz!- fizz!- and I am giving you a specimen of it now. — Edgar Allan Poe

Hers was the only face I could see right now, the only voice I could bear to hear. — Ainslie Hogarth

We must all guard against the human weakness of forming into tribes in order to lift our self-esteem. We can feel good about ourselves without having to find someone else to classify as inferior. — Steve Hogarth

Why invite sorrow? Life is long enough to contain enough without asking for more. — M.C.A. Hogarth

....there'll be times in your life where it'll be hard to keep your faith. Times when you wonder why God is putting you through a particular trial. But you'll always look back and see clearly how you grew and learned about yourself, and sometimes you'll learn the nature of others.

Whatever Sticks Most — Darren Hogarth

It's odd the way that things tend to stop looking like themselves when you take their motion away. — Ainslie Hogarth

She could sense a mistake even before it happened, or perhaps she caused them with her accusatory eyes. — Ainslie Hogarth

But honestly, I don't really want to get to know most people anyway. Most people are boring assholes. Secretly I am better than everyone. — Ainslie Hogarth

Soda pop and cotton candy and every face you've never noticed. — Ainslie Hogarth

The bathroom was the place to do strange, socially unacceptable things. — Ainslie Hogarth

hands were always the worst giveaway in a pretend sleep attempt, sleeping hands being impossible to fake. — Ainslie Hogarth

Eyeglasses and teeth: both breakable, valuable things that you have to carry with you all the time. Hanging there precariously like earrings without backings, threatening to fall out, chip off, crack to the quick because of some innocent nut or seed or beer bottle. — Ainslie Hogarth

an attempt at effortlessness is a paradox at the very least. — Ainslie Hogarth

Stay as focused as possible and keep simplifying down your ideas till you have something small you can launch quickly and iterate on. Be ruthless in hiring only the best people. Keep fit and try to exercise even in the longest times. — Ian Hogarth

She wanted to be as still as they, wanted to be drawn into the dirt and reborn a million times, at the same time, like each little blade of smooth grass. — Ainslie Hogarth