Madeleine L'Engle (1918–2007) American writer
Source: Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art
Source: A Gift From Earth (1968), Chapter 3, "The Car" (p. 53)
Madeleine L'Engle (1918–2007) American writer
Source: Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art
“Love has, at its best, made the inherent sadness of life bearable, and its beauty manifest.”
Kay Redfield Jamison (1946) American bipolar disorder researcher
Source: An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness
Henry Adams (1838–1918) journalist, historian, academic, novelist
The Education of Henry Adams (1907)
Context: p>The result might have been stated in a mathematical formula as early as the time of Archimedes, six hundred years before Rome fell. The economic needs of a violently centralizing society forced the empire to enlarge its slave-system until the slave-system consumed itself and the empire too, leaving society no resource but further enlargement of its religious system in order to compensate for the losses and horrors of the failure. For a vicious circle, its mathematical completeness approached perfection. The dynamic law of attraction and reaction needed only a Newton to fix it in algebraic form.At last, in 410, Alaric sacked Rome, and the slave-ridden, agricultural, uncommercial Western Empire — the poorer and less Christianized half — went to pieces. </p
George Fitzhugh (1806–1881) American activist
Source: Sociology For The South: Or The Failure Of A Free Society (1854), p. 74
Ernst Nolte (1923–2016) German historian and philosopher
Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung article entitled “Die Vergangenheit, die nicht vergehen will” (“The past that will not pass: A speech that could be written but not delivered”), (June 6, 1986), Reprinted in Forever in the Shadow of Hitler? Translated by James Knowlton and Truett Cates, New Jersey: Humanities Press, (1993), pp. 22.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940) American novelist and screenwriter
"The Jelly-Bean"
Quoted, Tales of the Jazz Age (1922)
Context: The street was hot at three and hotter still at four, the April dust seeming to enmesh the sun and give it forth again as a world-old joke forever played on an eternity of afternoons. But at half past four a first layer of quiet fell and the shades lengthened under the awnings and heavy foliaged trees. In this heat nothing mattered. All life was weather, a waiting through the hot where events had no significance for the cool that was soft and caressing like a woman's hand on a tired forehead.