
Source: 1920s, Sceptical Essays (1928), Ch. 2: Dreams and Facts
The Answer, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Source: 1920s, Sceptical Essays (1928), Ch. 2: Dreams and Facts
“The starry brocade of the summer night
Is linked to us as part of our estate”
"Tomorrow"
The Janitor's Boy And Other Poems (1924)
Context: The starry brocade of the summer night
Is linked to us as part of our estate;
And every bee that wings its sidelong flight
Assurance of a sweeter, fairer fate.
Quoted in A Hero for Our Time (1983) by Ralph G Martin
Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them.
Letter to Samuel Bowles (August 1858 or 1859), letter #193 of The Letters of Emily Dickinson (1958), edited Thomas H. Johnson, associate editor Theodora Ward
Variant: My friends are my "estate." Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them.
“Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.”
No known citation to Marx. First appears unattributed in mid-1960s logic/computing texts as an example of the difficulty of machine parsing of ambiguous statements. Google Books http://books.google.co.uk/books?client=firefox-a&lr=&as_brr=0&q=%22fruit-flies%22+%22time+flies%22+banana&btnG=Search+Books&as_drrb_is=b&as_minm_is=0&as_miny_is=1900&as_maxm_is=0&as_maxy_is=1970. The Yale Book of Quotations dates the attribution to Marx to a 9 July 1982 net.jokes post on Usenet.
Misattributed
Love and Death (1975)
"An Appeal" (1954), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass
From the Rising of the Sun (1974)
Context: Tell me, as you would in the middle of the night
When we face only night, the ticking of a watch,
the whistle of an express train, tell me
Whether you really think that this world
Is your home? That your internal planet
That revolves, red-hot, propelled by the current
Of your warm blood, is really in harmony
With what surrounds you? Probably you know very well
The bitter protest, every day, every hour,
The scream that wells up, stifled by a smile,
The feeling of a prisoner who touches a wall
And knows that beyond it valleys spread,
Oaks stand in summer splendor, a jay flies
And a kingfisher changes a river to a marvel.
Winter, An Ode. The works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D. (1787), p. 355