“O scenes of the beautiful world! Never have you presented yourself to more appreciative eyes.”
Thomas Mann book Confessions of Felix Krull
Bk. 2, Ch. 4
Confessions of Felix Krull, Confidence Man (1954)
The Beacon, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“O scenes of the beautiful world! Never have you presented yourself to more appreciative eyes.”
Thomas Mann book Confessions of Felix Krull
Bk. 2, Ch. 4
Confessions of Felix Krull, Confidence Man (1954)
“Far more important than a good remuneration is the pride of serving one's neighbor.”
Ernesto Che Guevara (1928–1967) Argentine Marxist revolutionary
On Revolutionary Medicine (1960)
John Marshall Harlan (1833–1911) United States Union Army officer and Supreme Court Associate Justice
1880s, New Orleans Gas Co. v. Louisiana Light Co. (1885)
Jean Jacques Rousseau (1712–1778) Genevan philosopher
Day of Absence, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“The politician has no more use for pride than Falstaff had for honour.”
Bernard Crick (1929–2008) British political theorist and democratic socialist
Source: In Defence Of Politics (Second Edition) – 1981, Chapter 7, In Praise Of Politics, p. 159.
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien (1892–1973) British philologist and author, creator of classic fantasy works
English and Welsh (1955)
“Stars more beautiful to the eyes than the telescope that robs them of their illusions.”
Joseph Joubert (1754–1824) French moralist and essayist
“Was never evening yet
But seemed far beautifuller than its day.”
Robert Browning The Ring and the Book
Book VII: Pompilia, line 357.
The Ring and the Book (1868-69)
William McGonagall (1825–1902) weaver, actor, poet
Written before the disaster.
Poetry, The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay (1878)
Hermann Hesse book The Glass Bead Game
The Glass Bead Game (1943)
Context: It is a pity that you students aren't fully aware of the luxury and abundance in which you live. But I was exactly the same when I was still a student. We study and work, don't waste much time, and think we may rightly call ourselves industrious — but we are scarcely conscious of all we could do, all that we might make of our freedom. Then we suddenly receive a call from the hierarchy, we are needed, are given a teaching assignment, a mission, a post, and from then on move up to a higher one, and unexpectedly find ourselves caught in a network of duties that tightens the more we try to move inside it. All the tasks are in themselves small, but each one has to be carried out at its proper hour, and the day has far more tasks than hours. That is well; one would not want it to be different. But if we ever think, between classroom, archives, secretariat, consulting room, meetings, and official journeys — if we ever think of the freedom we possessed and have lost, the freedom for self-chosen tasks, for unlimited, far-flung studies, we may well feel the greatest yearning for those days, and imagine that if we ever had such freedom again we would fully enjoy its pleasures and potentialities.