
“Doctrine tied itself into infinite knots over the realities of sex.”
Source: A Distant Mirror (1978), p. 213
“Doctrine tied itself into infinite knots over the realities of sex.”
Source: A Distant Mirror (1978), p. 213
“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.”
The earliest citation yet found does not attribute this to Roosevelt, but presents it as a piece of anonymous piece folk-wisdom: "When one reaches the end of his rope, he should tie a knot in it and hang on" ( LIFE magazine (3 April 1919), p. 585 http://hdl.handle.net/2027/wu.89063018576?urlappend=%3Bseq=65).
Misattributed
Variant: When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.
“Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn,
And liquid amber drop from every thorn.”
Autumn, line 36.
Pastorals (1709)
Source: De architectura (The Ten Books On Architecture) (~ 15BC), Book II, Chapter IX, Sec. 7
Letter to John Hugh Smith (12 February 1909), published in The Letters of Edith Wharton (1988)
Part 3: "The Sense of Human Dignity", §1 (p. 52)
Science and Human Values (1956, 1965)
Context: No fact in the world is instant, infinitesimal and ultimate, a single mark. There are, I hold, no atomic facts. In the language of science, every fact is a field — a crisscross of implications, those that lead to it and those that lead from it. … We condense the laws around concepts. Science takes its coherence, its intellectual and imaginative strength together, from the concepts at which its laws cross, like knots in a mesh.
“Strongest of Oak is the gallows
Tighest of knots is the noose”
"Strongest of Oak" (1965) · Performance on Bonanza http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OXY6rsAIDk
Context: Strongest of Oak is the gallows
Tighest of knots is the noose
Why oh why did I kill that man
Now I'll never get loose
“God huddles in a knot in every cell of flesh.”
The Saviors of God (1923)
Context: God huddles in a knot in every cell of flesh.
When I break a fruit open, this is how every seed is revealed to me. When I speak to men, this what I discern in their thick and muddy brains.
God struggles in every thing, his hands flung upward toward the light. What light? Beyond and above every thing!