
First Mughal emperor Babur wrote in his autobiography Tuzk-e-Babri
A collection of quotes on the topic of bath, likeness, time, timing.
First Mughal emperor Babur wrote in his autobiography Tuzk-e-Babri
“No politician should ever let himself be photographed in a bathing suit.”
“Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not melt in one's bath.”
My Twisted World (2014), Thoughts at 19, Longing
How to Swim (1918), pp. 47–48
Hilbert-Courant (1984) by Constance Reid, p. 143
Letter to German Chancellor Bernhard von Bülow (1 January 1906), quoted in Fritz Fischer, Germany's Aims in the First World War (New York: W. W. Norton & Co, 1967), p. 22
1900s
Source: Ulysses (1842), l. 54-62
Context: The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices.
Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
Nathuram Godse: Why I Assassinated Gandhi (1993)
Source: Letter to Edward Lytton Bulwer from Constantinople, Turkey (27 December 1830), quoted in William Flavelle Monypenny and George Earle Buckle, The Life of Benjamin Disraeli, Earl of Beaconsfield. Volume I. 1804–1859 (1929), p. 174
“Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine”
Source: Raising Positive Kids in a Negative World
"The Songs of Selma"
The Poems of Ossian
“I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.”
Source: The Bell Jar (1963), Ch. 2
And somehow, it was God. I wasn't sure that it was… just something cool and dark and clean.
God Dies (1931)
Source: Speech http://hansard.millbanksystems.com/commons/1845/feb/28/opening-letters-at-the-post-office in the House of Commons (28 February 1845), referring to Sir Robert Peel.
“But you will soon pay for it, my friend, when you take off your clothes, and with distended stomach carry your peacock into the bath undigested! Hence a sudden death, and an intestate old age; the new and merry tale runs the round of every dinner-table, and the corpse is carried forth to burial amid the cheers of enraged friends!”
Poena tamen praesens, cum tu deponis amictus
turgidus et crudum pavonem in balnea portas.
hinc subitae mortes atque intestata senectus;
it nova nec tristis per cunctas fabula cenas:
ducitur iratis plaudendum funus amicis.
Poena tamen praesens, cum tu deponis amictus
turgidus et crudum pavonem in balnea portas.
hinc subitae mortes atque intestata senectus;
it nova nec tristis per cunctas fabula cenas:
ducitur iratis plaudendum funus amicis.
I, line 142.
Satires, Satire I
Source: 1950s, Portraits from Memory and Other Essays (1956), p. 9
Death (1912)
Context: It is childish to talk of happiness and unhappiness where infinity is in question. The idea which we entertain of happiness and unhappiness is something so special, so human, so fragile that it does not exceed our stature and falls to dust as soon as we go beyond its little sphere. It proceeds entirely from a few accidents of our nerves, which are made to appreciate very slight happenings, but which could as easily have felt everything the reverse way and taken pleasure in that which is now pain. We believe that we see nothing hanging over us but catastrophes, deaths, torments and disasters; we shiver at the mere thought of the great interplanetary spaces, with their cold and formidable and gloomy solitudes; and we imagine that the revolving worlds are as unhappy as ourselves because they freeze, or clash together, or are consumed in unutterable flames. We infer from this that the genius of the universe is an outrageous tyrant, seized with a monstrous madness, and that it delights only in the torture of itself and all that it contains. To millions of stars, each many thousand times larger than our sun, to nebulee whose nature and dimensions no figure, no word in our languages is able to express, we attribute our momentary sensibility, the little ephemeral and chance working of our nerves; and we are convinced that life there must be impossible or appalling, because we should feel too hot or too cold. It were much wiser to say to ourselves that it would need but a trifle, a few papilla more or less to our skin, the slightest modification of our eyes and ears, to turn the temperature, the silence and the darkness of space into a delicious spring-time, an unequalled music, a divine light. It were much more reasonable to persuade ourselves that the catastrophes which we think that we behold are life itself, the joy and one or other of those immense festivals of mind and matter in which death, thrusting aside at last our two enemies, time and space, will soon permit us to take part. Each world dissolving, extinguished, crumbling, burnt or colliding with another world and pulverized means the commencement of a magnificent experiment, the dawn of a marvelous hope and perhaps an unexpected happiness drawn direct from the inexhaustible unknown. What though they freeze or flame, collect or disperse, pursue or flee one another: mind and matter, no longer united by the same pitiful hazard that joined them in us, must rejoice at all that happens; for all is but birth and re-birth, a departure into an unknown filled with wonderful promises and maybe an anticipation of some unutterable event …
And, should they stand still one day, become fixed and remain motionless, it will not be that they have encountered calamity, nullity or death; but they will have entered into a thing so fair, so great, so happy and bathed in such certainties that they will for ever prefer it to all the prodigious chances of an infinity which nothing can impoverish.
quote in a letter to Frédéric Bazille, September 25, 1869; as cited in: Bonafoux (1986, 72), cited in Michael P. Farrell (2003) Collaborative Circles: Friendship Dynamics and Creative Work. p. 42
1850 - 1870
Context: [Chopping wood] is harder than you think, and I'll bet that you would not split much wood... All the same, I have probably not reached the end of my troubles. Here is winter at hand, a season not very pleasant for the wretched. Then comes the Salon. Alas! I still won't be in it, for I shall have done nothing. I have a dream a picture of the bathing spot at the Grenouillere, for which I've made a few poor sketches, but it is a dream. Renoir, who has just spent two months here, also wants to do this painting.
From the esplanade wall at Oenoanda, now in Turkey, as recorded by Diogenes of Oenoanda
As quoted by George P. Thayer in The Further Shores of Politics: The American Political Fringe Today, 2d ed. (New York: Simon and Schuster, 1968), p. 27.
undated
“Amazing how being bathed in arterial blood can wash out any lingering romantic disappointments.”
Source: Rampant
“So help me, I won’t rest until I bathe in your entrails! (Apollymi)”
Source: Acheron
“The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.”
Source: Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
Source: A Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat
“As the rain falls
so does
your love
bathe every
open
object of the world”
Source: The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Source: Lover Unleashed
“I just gave my cat a bath. Now how do I get all this fur off my tounge?”
Source: The Miracle of Mindfulness: An Introduction to the Practice of Meditation
“Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.”
Source: I Capture the Castle
Source: No One Belongs Here More Than You
“I have bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea…
Devouring the green azures.”
Je me suis baigné dans le Poème
De la Mer...
Dévorant les azurs verts.
St. 6
Le Bateau Ivre http://www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/poesies/Boat.html (The Drunken Boat) (1871)
“There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.”
Source: The Bell Jar (1963), Ch. 2
Source: Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen
Walking (June 1862)
Source: Civil Disobedience and Other Essays
“I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.”
Source: Trout Fishing in America / The Pill vs. the Springhill Mine Disaster / In Watermelon Sugar
“I think best in a hot bath, with my head tilted back and my feet up high.”
Source: Mr. Wrong
“When I paint, the Sea Roars
Others Splash about in the bath”
“Some people are so much sunlight to the square inch. I am still bathing in the cheer he radiated.”
Conversation with Whitman (16 May 1888) as quoted in With Walt Whitman in Camden (1906) http://whitmanarchive.org/criticism/disciples/traubel/WWWiC/1/med.00001.49.html by Horace Traubel, Vol. I <!-- p. 166 -->
Context: There was a kind of labor agitator here today—a socialist, or something like that: young, a rather beautiful boy — full of enthusiasms: the finest type of the man in earnest about himself and about life. I was sorry to see him come: I am somehow afraid of agitators, though I believe in agitation: but I was more sorry to see him go than come. Some people are so much sunlight to the square inch. I am still bathing in the cheer he radiated. … Cheer! cheer! Is there anything better in this world anywhere than cheer — just cheer? Any religion better? — any art? Just cheer!
“Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in the bath and she'd come in and sink my boats.”
Standup Comic (1999)
Source: Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night
“A good place to meet a man is at the dry cleaner. These men usually have jobs and bathe.”
"David Brooks and the DLC: Best Friends Forever?", AlterNet (3 August 2006) http://web.archive.org/web/20060808224928/http://www.alternet.org/columnists/story/39862/
Speech to the annual assembly of the Congregational Union, London (12 May 1931), published in This Torch of Freedom (1935), pp. 80-81.
1931
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 432.
In Renoir's letter to Paul Durand-Ruel, from Guernsey, 27 Sept, 1883; as cited in 'Renoir in Guernsey' (in 1883), text by John House http://museums.gov.gg/CHttpHandler.ashx?id=81297&p=0, Guernsey museum
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