
“Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.”
Variant: Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Source: Macbeth
“Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.”
Variant: Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Source: Macbeth
as quoted in "Keynes and the Ethics of Capitalism" by Robert Skidelsy http://www.webcitation.org/query?id=1256603608595872&url=www.geocities.com/monedem/keyn.html
Essays in Persuasion (1931), Economic Possibilities for our Grandchildren (1930)
Context: When the accumulation of wealth is no longer of high social importance, there will be great changes in the code of morals. We shall be able to rid ourselves of many of the pseudo-moral principles which have hag-ridden us for two hundred years, by which we have exalted some of the most distasteful of human qualities into the position of the highest virtues. We shall be able to afford to dare to assess the money-motive at its true value. The love of money as a possession — as distinguished from the love of money as a means to the enjoyments and realities of life — will be recognised for what it is, a somewhat disgusting morbidity, one of those semi-criminal, semi-pathological propensities which one hands over with a shudder to the specialists in mental disease … But beware! The time for all this is not yet. For at least another hundred years we must pretend to ourselves and to everyone that fair is foul and foul is fair; for foul is useful and fair is not. Avarice and usury and precaution must be our gods for a little longer still. For only they can lead us out of the tunnel of economic necessity into daylight.
“Friendship: A ship big enough for two in fair weather, but only one in foul.”
Source: The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary
Source: 1880's, Renoir – his life and work, 1975, p. 159 : in a letter to madame Charpentier, Autumn 1881
“Times go by turns and chances change by course,
From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.”
Source: Times Go by Turns, Line 5; p. 47.
"February".
The Earthly Paradise (1868-70)
“This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before.”
Light (1919), Ch. XIX - Ghosts
Context: Among some papers on my table I see the poem again which we once found out of doors, the bit of paper escaped from the mysterious hands which wrote on it, and come to the stone seat. It ended by whispering, "Only I know the tears that brimming rise, your beauty blended with your smile to espy."
In the days of yore it had made us smile with delight. To-night there are real tears in my eyes. What is it? I dimly see that there is something more than what we have seen, than what we have said, than what we have felt to-day. One day, perhaps, she and I will exchange better and richer sayings; and so, in that day, all the sadness will be of some service.