Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862) 1817-1862 American poet, essayist, naturalist, and abolitionist
Inspiration, Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900
"They Are All Gone," st. 3.
Silex Scintillans (1655)
Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862) 1817-1862 American poet, essayist, naturalist, and abolitionist
Inspiration, Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900
“I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.”
Edmund Spenser (1552–1599) English poet
Daphnaida, v. 407; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Jonathan Safran Foer book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Source: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
“With mortal crisis doth portend
My days to appropinque an end.”
Samuel Butler (poet) (1612–1680) poet and satirist
Canto III, line 589
Source: Hudibras, Part I (1663–1664)
Marcus Garvey (1887–1940) Jamaica-born British political activist, Pan-Africanist, orator, and entrepreneur
Source: Selected Writings and Speeches of Marcus Garvey
Charles Spurgeon (1834–1892) British preacher, author, pastor and evangelist
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 601.
“Democracy in its best sense is merely the letting in of light and air.”
James Russell Lowell (1819–1891) American poet, critic, editor, and diplomat
On Democracy (6 October 1884)
Context: All free governments, whatever their name, are in reality governments by public opinion, and it is on the quality of this public opinion that their prosperity depends. It is, therefore, their first duty to purify the element from which they draw the breath of life. With the growth of democracy grows also the fear, if not the danger, that this atmosphere may be corrupted with poisonous exhalations from lower and more malarious levels, and the question of sanitation becomes more instant and pressing. Democracy in its best sense is merely the letting in of light and air.
Van Morrison (1945) Northern Irish singer-songwriter and musician
A Sense of Wonder
Song lyrics, A Sense of Wonder (1985)
“Maybe this are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it…”
Stephen Chbosky book The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Variant: Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.
Source: The Perks of Being a Wallflower