The world is forever babbling of originality; but there never yet was an original man, in the sense intended by the world; the first man himselfwho according to the Rabbins was also the first authornot being an original; the only original author being God.
(Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. author. Pierre (1852), bk. XVIII, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 7, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1971).)
It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself: "All right, then, I'll go to hell"and tore it up.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author. Huck, in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, ch. 31 (1885).)
We cannot spare our children the influence of harmful values by turning off the television any more than we can keep them home forever or revamp the world before they get there. Merely keeping them in the dark is no protection and, in fact, can make them vulnerable and immature.
Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still real in memory as they were in flesh. Loving and beloved forever. How green was my valley then.
(Philip Dunne (1908-1992), U.S. screenwriter, and John Ford. Voiceover narration (by Rhys Williams) of Huw Morgan (Roddy McDowall) as an adult, How Green Was My Valley, speech at the end of the film (1941).
Based on the novel by Richard Llewellyn.)
People who comprehend a thing in all its depth seldom remain true to it forever. For they have brought its very depth to light: and there is always so much nastiness to see there.
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 2, p. 318, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Human, All-Too-Human, "Man Alone With Himself," aphorism 489, "Not Too Deep," (1878).)
She will forever be your Miss America and she sort of becomes the embodiment of your dreams. But you also realize that it's only her and not you. You feel a part of ityet so far away at the same time.
(Michele Passarelli (b. c. 1954), Miss Rhode Island, 1972. As quoted in Miss America, ch. 16, by Ann-Marie Bivans (1991).
On Laurel Lea Schaefer, who won the 1972 Miss America title.)
It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetnesscalling their denial knowledge.
(George Eliot [Mary Ann (or Marian) Evans] (1819-1880), British novelist, editor. Middlemarch, bk. 4, ch. 42 (1871).)
There is one expanding horror in American life. It is that our long odyssey toward liberty, democracy and freedom-for-all may be achieved in such a way that utopia remains forever closed, and we live in freedom and hell, debased of style, not individual from one another, void of courage, our fear rationalized away.
(Norman Mailer (b. 1923), U.S. author. "My Hope for America," pt. 1, Cannibals and Christians (1966).)