“No one who can rise before dawn three hundred sixty days a year fails to make his family rich.”
Malcolm Gladwell (1963) journalist and science writer
Source: Outliers: The Story of Success
Variant: A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
Source: The Critic as Artist (1891), Part II
“No one who can rise before dawn three hundred sixty days a year fails to make his family rich.”
Malcolm Gladwell (1963) journalist and science writer
Source: Outliers: The Story of Success
Gilbert Ryle book The Concept of Mind
Source: The Concept of Mind (1949), Ch. VIII: Imagination, (2) Picturing and Seeing
Neil Young (1945) Canadian singer-songwriter
Cinnamon Girl
Song lyrics, Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere (1969)
Michael Moorcock (1939) English writer, editor, critic
Book 1, Chapter 3 “On the Red Road” (p. 160)
The Elric Cycle, The Fortress of the Pearl (1989)
David Bowie (1947–2016) British musician, actor, record producer and arranger
Livewire interview (2002)
Context: Heathenism is a state of mind. You can take it that I'm referring to one who does not see his world. He has no mental light. He destroys almost unwittingly. He cannot feel any Gods' presence in his life. He is the 21st century man. However, there's no theme or concept behind Heathen, just a number of songs but somehow there is a thread that runs through it that is quite as strong as any of my thematic type albums.
Bertrand Russell (1872–1970) logician, one of the first analytic philosophers and political activist
Dreams and Facts (1919)
1910s
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) English poet, author
Aurora Leigh http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/barrett/aurora/aurora.html (1857) <br class="br">Context: And truly, I reiterate,.. nothing's small!<br>No lily-muffled hum of a summer-bee,<br>But finds some coupling with the spinning stars;<br>No pebble at your foot, but proves a sphere;<br>No chaffinch, but implies the cherubim:<br>And, — glancing on my own thin, veined wrist, —<br>In such a little tremour of the blood<br>The whole strong clamour of a vehement soul<br>Doth utter itself distinct. Earth's crammed with heaven,<br>And every common bush afire with God:<br>But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,<br>The rest sit round it, and pluck blackberries,<br>And daub their natural faces unaware<br>More and more, from the first similitude.<br><br>Bk. VII, l. 812-826.