Newton Geiszler Quotes & Sayings

I consider fiction a very high-class form of lying. I enjoy and admire it enormously, but I don't think I'm very good at it. — Diane Ackerman

There are no rules to attraction. Jake is nothing like who I wanted. — Simone Elkeles

Men are brittle, I reckon. They don't bend into new shapes. They get broken into them. Crushed into them. — Joe Abercrombie

For Art alone is great:
The bust survives the state,
The crown the potentate. — Theophile Gautier

Sometimes, as is the case of peach and plum trees, which are often dwarfed, the plants are thrown into a flowering states, and then, as they flower freely year after year, they have little inclination to make vigorous growth. — Robert Fortune

Each way means loneliness
and communion. — T. S. Eliot

Once more he became silent, staring before him with sombre eyes. Following his gaze, I saw that he was looking at an enlarged photograph of my Uncle Tom in some sort of Masonic uniform which stood on the mantlepiece. I've tried to reason with Aunt Dahlia about this photograph for years, placing before her two alternative suggestions: (a) To burn the beastly thing; or (b) if she must preserve it, to shove me in another room when I come to stay. But she declines to accede. She says it's good for me. A useful discipline, she maintains, teaching me that there is a darker side to life and that we were not put into this world for pleasure only. — P.G. Wodehouse

Art is the child of imagination and gives life. — Mirka Mora

Politics is like navigation in a sea without charts, and wise men live the lives of pilgrims. — Joyce Cary

Nothing flatters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose, unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a baseball with distinction. — Robert Frost

Real Courage : To Stand For No Matter What
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
September 16, 2016 — Petra Hermans

Paradoxically, the freedom of Paris is associated with a persistent belief that nothing ever changes. Paris, they say, is the city that changes least. After an absence of twenty or thirty years, one still recognizes it.
(Tourists in Paris) — Marguerite Duras