“They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,
Produce their debt instead of their discharge.”
Edward Young (1683–1765) English poet
Satire I, l. 147.
Love of Fame (1725-1728)
Source: Christianity and the Social Crisis (1907), Introduction, p.xv
Context: I have written this book to discharge a debt. For eleven years I was pastor among the working people on the West Side of New York City.... I have never ceased to feel that I owe help to the plain people who were my friends. If this book in some far-off way helps to ease the pressure that bears them down and increases the forces that bear them up, I shall meet the Master of my life with better confidence.
“They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,
Produce their debt instead of their discharge.”
Edward Young (1683–1765) English poet
Satire I, l. 147.
Love of Fame (1725-1728)
Stephen Spender (1909–1995) English poet and man of letters
Response to a would be biographer in 1980, as quoted in "When Stephen met Sylvia" in The Guardian (24 April 2004) http://books.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,12084,1201328,00.html <br class="br">Context: I am very honoured by your wanting to write a life of me. But the fact is I regard my life as rather a failure in the only thing in which I wanted it to succeed. I have not written the books I ought to have written and I have written a lot of books I should not have written. My life as lived by me has been interesting to me but to write truthfully about it would probably cause much pain to people close to me — and I always feel that the feelings of the living are more important than the monuments of the dead.
“The slender debt to Nature's quickly paid,
Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.”
Francis Quarles (1592–1644) English poet
Book II, no. 13. Compare: "To die is a debt we must all of us discharge", Euripides, Alcestis, line 418.
Emblems (1635)
“In a weak moment, I have written a book.”
Margaret Mitchell (1900–1949) American author and journalist
Benjamin Creme (1922–2016) artist, author, esotericist
Maitreya's Teachings - The Laws of Life (2005)
Novalis book Blüthenstaub
Fragment No. 104; on Edmund Burke's Reflections on the Revolution in France (1790).
Blüthenstaub (1798)
“Great books write themselves, only bad books have to be written.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940) American novelist and screenwriter
Herman Melville (1818–1891) American novelist, short story writer, essayist, and poet
Letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne (July 1851); published in Memories of Hawthorne (1897) by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, p. 157
Context: In me divine magnanimities are spontaneous and instantaneous — catch them while you can. The world goes round, and the other side comes up. So now I can't write what I felt. But I felt pantheistic then—your heart beat in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God's. A sense of unspeakable security is in me this moment, on account of your having understood the book. I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb. Ineffable socialities are in me. I would sit down and dine with you and all the Gods in old Rome's Pantheon. It is a strange feeling — no hopelessness is in it, no despair. Content — that is it; and irresponsibility; but without licentious inclination. I speak now of my profoundest sense of being, not of an incidental feeling.