William Dean Howells: Cytaty po angielsku
A Hazard Of New Fortunes, Ch. XI
Kontekst: The life of Christ, it wasn't only in healing the sick and going about to do good; it was suffering for the sins of others. That's as great a mystery as the mystery of death. Why should there be such a principle in the world? But it's been felt, and more or less dumbly, blindly recognized ever since Calvary. If we love mankind, pity them, we even wish to suffer for them. That's what has created the religious orders in all times--the brotherhoods and sisterhoods that belong to our day as much as to the mediaeval past. That's what is driving a girl like Margaret Vance, who has everything that the world can offer her young beauty, on to the work of a Sister of Charity among the poor and the dying.
A Hazard Of New Fortunes, Ch. XI
Kontekst: The life of Christ, it wasn't only in healing the sick and going about to do good; it was suffering for the sins of others. That's as great a mystery as the mystery of death. Why should there be such a principle in the world? But it's been felt, and more or less dumbly, blindly recognized ever since Calvary. If we love mankind, pity them, we even wish to suffer for them. That's what has created the religious orders in all times--the brotherhoods and sisterhoods that belong to our day as much as to the mediaeval past. That's what is driving a girl like Margaret Vance, who has everything that the world can offer her young beauty, on to the work of a Sister of Charity among the poor and the dying.
“The secret of the man who is universally interesting is that he is universally interested”
Literary Friends and Acquaintance : A Personal Retrospect of American Authorship (1900) http://archive.org/stream/oliverwendellhol03395gut/old/whowh10.txt
Kontekst: The secret of the man who is universally interesting is that he is universally interested, and this was, above all, the secret of the charm that Doctor Holmes had for every one. No doubt he knew it, for what that most alert intelligence did not know of itself was scarcely worth knowing. This knowledge was one of his chief pleasures, I fancy; he rejoiced in the consciousness which is one of the highest attributes of the highly organized man, and he did not care for the consequences in your mind, if you were so stupid as not to take him aright.
“If we love mankind, pity them, we even wish to suffer for them.”
A Hazard Of New Fortunes, Ch. XI
Kontekst: The life of Christ, it wasn't only in healing the sick and going about to do good; it was suffering for the sins of others. That's as great a mystery as the mystery of death. Why should there be such a principle in the world? But it's been felt, and more or less dumbly, blindly recognized ever since Calvary. If we love mankind, pity them, we even wish to suffer for them. That's what has created the religious orders in all times--the brotherhoods and sisterhoods that belong to our day as much as to the mediaeval past. That's what is driving a girl like Margaret Vance, who has everything that the world can offer her young beauty, on to the work of a Sister of Charity among the poor and the dying.
In Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Editor's Study Christmas Literature (December 1888), p. 158-59, as quoted in An Imperative Duty, Appendix D, 7
“People naturally despise a dependant.”
A Traveler from Altruria
“The wrecks of slavery are fast growing a fungus crop of sentiment.”
Their Wedding Journey http://www.gutenberg.org/files/3365/3365.txt (1872)
“The mortality of all inanimate things is terrible to me, but that of books most of all.”
Letter to Charles Eliot Norton (6 April 1903)
My Literary Passions (1895)
Letter to Charles Eliot Norton (26 April 1903)
“What the American public wants is a tragedy with a happy ending.”
As quoted in French Ways and Their Meaning http://www.archive.org/details/frenchwaysandthe00wharuoft (1919) by Edith Wharton, p. 65
Variant:
What the American public always wants is a tragedy with a happy ending.
As quoted in A Backward Glance http://archive.org/details/backwardglance030620mbp (1934) by Edith Wharton, p. 147
“Clemens was sole, incomparable, the Lincoln of our literature.”
My Mark Twain http://www.gutenberg.org/files/3390/3390.txt (1910)
“He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence […]”
Pordenone http://www.gutenberg.org/files/29993/29993-h/29993-h.htm, IV (1886)