
From, On Loving of God, Paul Halsall trans., Ch. 11
Source: One Hundred Years of Solitude
From, On Loving of God, Paul Halsall trans., Ch. 11
Essays in Radical Empiricism http://www.archive.org/stream/essaysinradicale00jameuoft/essaysinradicale00jameuoft_djvu.txt (1912), Ch. 12 : Absolutism and Empiricism
1910s
Context: The "through-and-through" universe seems to suffocate me with its infallible impeccable all-pervasiveness. Its necessity, with no possibilities; its relations, with no subjects, make me feel as if I had entered into a contract with no reserved rights … It seems too buttoned-up and white-chokered and clean-shaven a thing to speak for the vast slow-breathing unconscious Kosmos with its dread abysses and its unknown tides.
“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.”
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Trout Fishing In America
“Luminous words, like those drops of light we see in fireworks.”
“Light propagates and spreads not only directly, through refraction, and reflection, but also by a fourth mode, diffraction.”
Lumen propagatur seu diffunditur non solum Directe, Refracte, ac Reflexe, sed etiam alio quodam quarto modo, Diffracte.
Physico-mathesis de lumine, coloribus, et iride, aliisque adnexis libri duo: opus posthumum, published in Bologna (1665), http://books.google.com/books?id=FzYVAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&source=gbs_summary_r&cad=0#PPP27,M1 Proposition I.
The trial of Charles B. Reynolds for blasphemy (1887)
“When a kid says "smell my hand," it almost never smells like cinnamon.”
Source: You Oughta Know By Now
“My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.”
1840s, Essays: First Series (1841), Self-Reliance
Context: In this pleasing contrite wood-life which God allows me, let me record day by day my honest thought without prospect or retrospect, and, I cannot doubt it, it will be found symmetrical, though I mean it not and see it not. My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.