“The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,
Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.”
Edward Young (1683–1765) English poet
Satire I, l. 51.
Love of Fame (1725-1728)
Pogo comic strip (1948 - 1975), Porky Pine
Context: (After Pogo says, Eventual Porky, I figger ev'ry critter's heart's in the right place., Porky responds:) If you gotta be wrong 'bout somthin', that's 'bout the best thing they is to be wrong 'bout.
“The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,
Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.”
Edward Young (1683–1765) English poet
Satire I, l. 51.
Love of Fame (1725-1728)
Ronald Reagan (1911–2004) American politician, 40th president of the United States (in office from 1981 to 1989)
At the dedication of the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library in Simi Valley, California http://www.planbproductions.com/postnobills/reagan1.html (4 November 1991), the inscription on Reagan's tomb <br class="br">Post-presidency (1989&ndash;2004)
“My heart is in the right place… between my lungs.”
Ron English (1959) American artist
Ron English's Fauxlosophy (2016)
Isaac Watts (1674–1748) English hymnwriter, theologian and logician
Stanza 1.
1710s, Psalm 98 "Joy to the World!" (1719)
Context: Joy to the world! the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King.
Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room,
And heav'n and nature sing,
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing.
“No iron can stab the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place.”
Isaac Babel (1894–1940) Russian language journalist, playwright, literary translator, and short story writer
Source: The Collected Stories of Isaac Babel
Ibukun Awosika (1962) Nigerian business magnate
As quoted in Season Life Journal (16 August 2015) http://www.seasonedlifejournal.com/2015/08/16-nigerian-inspirational-quotes-of.html by Abraham Ologundudu
Edward Abbey book Desert Solitaire
"The First Morning", p. 1
Desert Solitaire (1968)
Context: This is the most beautiful place on earth.
There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary. A houseboat in Kashmir, a view down Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, a gray gothic farmhouse two stories high at the end of a red dog road in the Allegheny Mountains, a cabin on the shore of a blue lake in spruce and fir country, a greasy alley near the Hoboken waterfront, or even, possibly, for those of a less demanding sensibility, the world to be seen from a comfortable apartment high in the tender, velvety smog of Manhattan, Chicago, Paris, Tokyo, Rio, or Rome — there's no limit to the human capacity for the homing sentiment.