Eugene Field (1850–1895) American writer
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod http://www.amherst.edu/~rjyanco94/literature/eugenefield/poems/poemsofchildhood/wynkenblynkenandnod.html, st. 1 <br class="br">Love Songs of Childhood (1894)
prologue, l. 8.
The Drummer (1716)
Eugene Field (1850–1895) American writer
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod http://www.amherst.edu/~rjyanco94/literature/eugenefield/poems/poemsofchildhood/wynkenblynkenandnod.html, st. 1 <br class="br">Love Songs of Childhood (1894)
“Things are going round and round in my head--or maybe my head is going round and round in things.”
Diana Wynne Jones book Howl's Moving Castle
Source: Howl's Moving Castle
“But from the hoop’s bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.”
Edward Moore (1712–1757) English dramatist and writer
The Spider and the Bee. Fable x.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Oliver Heaviside (1850–1925) electrical engineer, mathematician and physicist
Electromagnetic Theory (1912), Volume III; p. 1; "The Electrician" Pub. Co., London.
Context: The following story is true. There was a little boy, and his father said, “Do try to be like other people. Don’t frown.” And he tried and tried, but could not. So his father beat him with a strap; and then he was eaten up by lions.
Reader, if young, take warning by his sad life and death. For though it may be an honour to be different from other people, if Carlyle’s dictum about the 30 million be still true, yet other people do not like it. So, if you are different, you had better hide it, and pretend to be solemn and wooden-headed. Until you make your fortune. For most wooden-headed people worship money; and, really, I do not see what else they can do. In particular, if you are going to write a book, remember the wooden-headed. So be rigorous; that will cover a multitude of sins. And do not frown.
“My head feels round," Simon said sadly. "So round.”
Cassandra Clare book City of Heavenly Fire
Source: City of Heavenly Fire
Paul Gauguin (1848–1903) French Post-Impressionist artist
Source: 1870s - 1880s, The Writings of a Savage (1996), p. 109: in a letter to a friend, c. 1886
