
“Ah, Los Angeles. One disaster after another, always has been.”
Part 1 “Establishing Shot” Chapter 1 (p. 9)
Mendoza in Hollywood (2000)
Moisés Neto. Nelson Rodrigues: o nosso boca de ouro, p 1.
“Ah, Los Angeles. One disaster after another, always has been.”
Part 1 “Establishing Shot” Chapter 1 (p. 9)
Mendoza in Hollywood (2000)
opening lines, I Corinthians xiii (adapted)
Keep the Aspidistra Flying (1936)
Context: Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not money, I am become as a sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not money, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not money, it profiteth me nothing. Money suffereth long, and is kind; money envieth not; money vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. … And now abideth faith, hope, money, these three; but the greatest of these is money.
“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”
Attributed in The Life of Abraham Lincoln (1866) by Josiah G. Holland, p. 23; also in The Real Life of Abraham Lincoln (1867) by George Alfred Townsend, p. 6; according to Townsend, Lincoln made this remark to his law partner, William Herndon. It is disputed whether this quote refers to Lincoln's natural mother, Nancy Hanks Lincoln, who died when he was nine years old, or to his stepmother, Sarah Bush (Johnston) Lincoln.
Posthumous attributions
Briefwechsel, ed. Arthur Henkel (Wiesbaden/Frankfurt: Insel Verlag, 1955-1975), vol. V, p. 177.
“I am the angel of reality,
Seen for a moment standing in the door.”
"Angel Surrounded by Paysans" (1949)
“I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite.”
No. 5, line 1
Holy Sonnets (1633)