Robertson Davies citations

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“Mon père avait sans doute entendu parler de Shakespeare, mais je suis certain qu'il le rejeta, le considérant comme un individu ayant perdu son temps au théâtre, ce royaume du Diable où le mensonge revêt une forme séduisante pour attirer les êtres frivoles.”

“Les coïncidences sont des calembours d'ordre spirituel.”

“Dieu et le Diable désirent tous deux intervenir dans les affaires humaines; le Diable choisit toujours bien son moment.”

“Je n'ai rien contre l'instruction : pour la plupart des gens, elle est nécessaire. Mais si vous avez l'intention de devenir un génie, vous devriez soit l'éviter complètement, soit essayer de toutes vos forces de vous débarrasser de celle qu'on vous a donnée. L'instruction, c'est pour les personnes ordinaires : elle renforce leur banalité. Elle les rend utiles, certes, mais d'une manière ordinaire.”

“On a souvent dit que Robertson Davies est le Trollope du Canada; moi, j'ajouterais volontiers qu'il en est le Dickens.”

“Le Diable crée et gouverne-t-il ce vaste domaine de misères indéniablement effroyables qui, pour autant que nous puissions en juger, ne sont de la faute de personne ni les conséquences d'un péché? Les pavillons de cancéreux, les services d'hôpitaux pour enfants déformés ou débiles? J'ai eu l'occasion de visiter de tels endroits, des asiles de fous en particulier; je ne crois pas montrer une imagination débridée ni une sensibilité excessive en disant que le mal, là-bas, se manifeste d'une façon palpable, malgré tout ce que l'on peut faire pour l'atténuer.”

“Il perdait son emprise sur le monde comme sur moi et, à l'instar d'un grand nombre de personnes auxquelles cela arrive, il croyait à tort avoir atteint une certaine sagesse.”

“Nous tenons tous à nos chaînes. Il n'y a pas d'homme libre.”

“Les grands mythes ne sont pas des histoires inventées, mais l'objectivation d'images et de situations profondément enfouies dans la psyché. Un poète peut exprimer un mythe d'une façon magistrale, mais c'est l'humanité qui reconnaît dans celui-ci une vérité spirituelle et, de ce fait, aime ce poème.”

“L'amour physique, c'est comme l'aquarelle, vous savez : cela a l'air faussement facile.”

“C'était cela, la force d'Hannah. Toute son énorme masse était remplie à ras bord de la connaissance et de citations de la Bible, qui suintaient d'elle comme du jus de groseilles d'une chausse à filtrer la gelée.”

“Caroline avait douze ans. Elle était à cet âge, entre enfance et nubilité, où les filles semblent avoir la sagesse qui ne repose sur aucune expérience et une certaine lucidité qu'elles ne retrouveront qu'après la ménopause.”

“En quoi consiste cette bonté? Ce n'est qu'une acceptation bête et minable des choses telles qu'elles sont, une version théâtrale du rêve qui, en Amérique du Nord, s'appelle maman et tarte aux pommes.”

“Le merveilleux est une chose très belle, mais il est aussi cruel, très très cruel. Il est antidémocratique, discriminatoire, impitoyable.”

“Milady préconisait un phrasé équilibré et de longues respirations; elle recommandait de ne jamais accentuer les pronoms possessifs : d'après elle, cela donnait à presque n'importe quel texte un côté mesquin.”

“Maintenant, je fais plus l'amour pour me rassurer que pour le plaisir. Mes jeunes conquêtes – et elles doivent être de plus en plus jeunes -– sont flattées à cause de ma personnalité et de mon prestige. Mais il y a toujours cette expression que vous surprenez quand elles croient que vous ne les regardez pas : Il-est-vraiment-étonnant-pour-son-âge-je-me-demande-ce-que-je-ferais-s'il-avait-une-crise-cardiaque-serais-je-obligée-de-le-traîner-dehors-sur-le-palier-et-de-le-laisser-à-côté-de-l'ascenseur-et-comment-parviendrais-je-à-le-rhabiller?”

“Chacun de nous porte sur ses épaules un fardeau de choses tues, de choses qui semblent parfois impossibles à dire. Très souvent elles n'ont rien de honteux ou de criminel : il s'agit simplement du sentiment de ne pas s'être conduit tout à fait correctement; d'avoir commis une action dont on savait qu'elle nuirait à autrui; de s'être emparé d'un avantage alors qu'on aurait pu l'attendre avec décence; de s'être éclipsé, mettant ainsi quelqu'un d'autre dans l'embarras; d'avoir parlé du bien général tout en ne pensant qu'à soi-même; d'être tombé au-dessous du niveau qu'on s'était fixé.”

“Quelle vérité avons-nous entendue cet après-midi? Je ne crois pas que Magnus pense nous dire la vérité. Il nous donne un tas de détails et je suis certain que chaque mot qu'il prononce est vrai en lui-même, mais appeler ça « vérité » et ridicule.”

“Touriste méthodique comme à l'habitude, je pars visiter la cathédrale [de Saint-Gall] à 9 h 30. Savais qu'elle était baroque, mais ne m'attendais pas à ce qu'elle le fût autant! Partout d'époustouflantes monstruosités dues à des excès spirituels, mais sans effet de fouillis ou de pacotille.”

“Toutes les citations suivantes sont mises dans la bouche de Magnus Eisengrim, ancien prestidigitateur extrêmement renommé, qui dévoile une grande partie de sa vie durant le roman (les citations des autres personnages sont indiquées expressément).”

“Surely we all know scores of professional men and women who, apart from their professional concerns, seem not to have enough brains to butter a biscuit. They probably had intelligence once. But when their university had given them its blessing, they thought that enough had been done for one lifetime.”

“In too many modern churches there is no emphasis on theology at all. There is a kind of justification by works or by keeping up with modern trends — anything that will drag in a few more people.”

“The brigand's life is a very fine life
For men of generous mind;
We rob the rich to help the poor
And succour oppressed mankind.
The rich, dear souls, are close around
And it's easy work to skelp 'em;
But the poor — damn their eyes — can never be found
When we're in the mood to help them.”

“As for an afterlife, there has been a general decline in the general acceptance of it as a certainty, and though a few rationalists may be pleased, to many people this has added a new terror to death. We are reluctant, in the main, to consider the disappearance of ourselves and consequently all we feel and know. Every man's death is, literally, the end of a world if he dies without hope. We have exchanged Gone Elsewhere for Gone Nowhere.”

“Modern disillusion is unlikely to last forever, and nothing rings so hollow as the angst of yesterday.”

“A pig can learn more tricks than a dog, but has too much sense to want to do it.”

“The quality of what is said inevitably influences the way in which it is said, however inexperienced the writer.”

“If I tended toward frivolity as a boy, I am incorrigibly settled in it now.”

“A life given to determining the best form for the letters of the alphabet — does it seem extraordinary to you? But no day passes that our eyes do not fall upon something that was influenced, and made better, by this extraordinary, eccentric Scot, and if that is not a life well spent, I should be interested in a better definition.”

“The inert mind is a greater danger than the inert body, for it overlays and stifles the desire to live.”

“A Library goes on as far as thought can reach.”

“This is an age of groups, clubs, associations, and whatnot; most members of the clerisy belong to enough of these already. It is within the groups to which they already belong that they can best assert the values of the humanist — curiosity, the free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.”

“One receives the impression from his writings that he made it his plan to read any book whatever that no one else can bear to read.”

“There is no democracy in the world of intellect, and no democracy of taste.”

“Let people alone. Let them find their way. Let them find their level and you may sometimes be delighted and astonished at the extraordinary high level to which they'll rise if they're let alone.”

“As for hair in the nose, it is picturesque, and with a little practise it can be made to quiver, like the antennae of one of the more intelligent and sensitive insects. Anything which gives interest to the gloomy, immobile pan of the average Canadian should be cherished and not extirpated with circular scissors.”

“He has lived to see Sex replaced by Fat as the Ultimate Sin, and at the annual shows of the Ontario Society of Water-colourists pictures of Christ Forgiving the Woman Taken in Adultery have given way to a new theme — Christ Forgiving the Woman Surprised in Laura Secord's.”

“If our age is not distinguished for a greatly increased number of happy marriages and a more intelligent approach to the problems of sex, we may surely assert that some forms of misery in the sexual realm are less widespread than they used to be; and of the many people who are unhappy, thousands have some idea of what lies at the root of their unhappiness, and thus far they are better off than their forefathers, who had none, or attributed their distress to sin.”

“Not long ago a friend of mine opened the door of the garage at her summer cottage, and found a man inside who had hanged himself about two months before; what is more he had been cut down. She is deeply anxious to know (a) why he hanged himself; (b) if he hanged himself or was hanged; (c) who cut him down; (d) what it was about her garage that appealed to his morbid fancy. She will probably never know any of these things. It is thus that life falls short of the movies.”

“The reclusive man who marries the gregarious woman, the timid woman who marries the courageous man, the idealist who marries the realist — we can all see these unions: the marriages in which tenderness meets loyalty, where generosity sweetens moroseness, where a sense of beauty eases some aridity of the spirit, are not so easy for outsiders to recognize; the parties themselves may not be fully aware of such elements in a good match.”

“It is in this matter that I fall foul of so many American writers on writing; they seem to think that writing is a confidence game by means of which the author cajoles a restless, dull-witted, shallow audience into hearing his point of view. Such an attitude is base, and can only beget base prose.”

“For them, in a time when the individual has lost significance (despite loud assertions to the contrary), an informed, rational, and intellectually adventurous individuality must take precedence over all else. In their seeming disunion lies their real strength.”

“It is not always easy to diagnose. The simplest form of stupidity — the mumbling, nose-picking, stolid incomprehension — can be detected by anyone. But the stupidity which disguises itself as thought, and which talks so glibly and eloquently, indeed never stops talking, in every walk of life is not so easy to identify, because it marches under a formidable name, which few dare attack. It is called Popular Opinion.”

“Every man makes his own summer. The season has no character of its own, unless one is a farmer with a professional concern for the weather.”

“People who have taken the [writing] course write eagerly, "Last week I hit "The Country Gentleman"; this week I hit "Mademoiselle"; next week I hope to hit the "American Mother"! Frankly, I don't think this course would suit me; I don't want to hit any of those people, though I might toss a pie at the American Mother, just for fun…”

“Anybody who has had experience of poetesses knows that they may forgive a punch on the jaw, but never a suggestion that they would be wiser to give up versifying.”

“Art is always at peril in universities, where there are so many people, young and old, who love art less than argument, and dote upon a text that provides the nutritious pemmican on which scholars love to chew.”

“Try some Symbolic Logic on your little Couch Potato when you go home, and see what happens.”

“When the time came for Pompadour herself to die, she confessed, was given her viaticum, and was from that time forth forbidden to see her lover. And when her body was borne away from Versailles, Louis was thought to have behaved rather badly because he watched the sad procession from a balcony. Let no one suppose that these people lived lives that were any more free from religious and neighbourly censure than the adulterers in our smallest Canadian villages. Even wealth and privilege could not wholly insulate them from that frost.”