Evan Esar (1899–1995) American writer
Humorous English, p266
Dedication (1960)
Context: Today is for my cause a day of days.
And his be poetry's old-fashioned praise
Who was the first to think of such a thing.
This verse that in acknowledgement I bring
Goes back to the beginning of the end
Of what had been for centuries the trend;
A turning point in modern history.
Evan Esar (1899–1995) American writer
Humorous English, p266
R. G. Collingwood (1889–1943) British historian and philosopher
Source: Outlines of a Philosophy of Art, 1925, p. 41
R. A. Lafferty (1914–2002) American writer
Source: Space Chantey (1968), Ch. 1
Context: The war was finished. It had lasted ten equivalent years and taken ten million lives. Thus it was neither of long duration nor of serious attrition. It hadn't any great significance; it was not intended to have. It did not prove a point, since all points had long ago been proven. What it did, perhaps, was to emphasize an aspect, sharpen a concept, underline a trend.
On the whole it was a successful operation. Economically and ecologically it was of healthy effect, and who should grumble?
And after wars, men go home. No, no, men start for home. It's not the same.
Theodore Roszak (1933–2011) American social historian, social critic, writer
The Making of an Elder Culture (2009)
Walter Terence Stace (1886–1967) British civil servant, educator and philosopher.
p.5.
“love had turned into "love affair" with a begining and an end.”
Graham Greene book The End of the Affair
Source: The End of the Affair
Pearl S. Buck (1892–1973) American writer
Source: My Several Worlds (1954), p. 208
Context: The wild winds had been sown and the whirlwinds were gathering... and I was reaping what I had not sown... None of us could escape the history of the centuries before any of us had been born, and with which we had nothing to do. We had not, I think, ever committed even a mild unkindness against a Chinese, and certainly we had devoted ourselves to justice for them, we had taken sides against our own race again and again for their sakes, sensitive always to injustices which others had committed and were still committing. But nothing mattered today, neither the kindness nor the cruelty. We were in hiding for our lives because we were white.