In my age, monsieur, one is never well. Especially on the holidays.
(Michael Cacoyannis (b. 1922), Greek screenwriter. Mme. Hortense (Lila Kedrova), Zorba the Greek, to Basil (Alan Bates) (1964).
Cacoyannis was educated in England and wrote the screenplay in English. Based On The Novel By Nikas Kazantzakis.)
I love every-day senses, every-day wit and entertainment; a man who is only good on holidays, is good for very little.
(Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th Earl Chesterfield (1694-1773), British statesman, man of letters. letter, Nov. 28, 1752, Letters Written by the Late Right Honourable Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th Earl, Earl of Chesterfield, to his Son, Philip Stanhope, 4th Earl, Esq, 5th ed., vol. IV, p. 4, London (1774).
Here Chesterfield uses "senses" to mean "enthusiasms" or "impulses.")
You know, when these New Negroes have their conventionthat is going to be the chairman of the Committee on Unending Agitation. Race, race, race!... Damn, even the N double A C P takes a holiday sometimes!
(Lorraine Hansberry (1930-1965), African American playwright. A Raisin in the Sun, act 2, scene 3 (1959).
Walter Lee Younger, the ne'er-do-well protagonist of this play about a family in a poor African American Chicago neighborhood, teases his politically-engaged sister, who is a college student. "NAACP" stands for the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People.)
I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending.
(Fred Rogers (20th century), U.S. children's TV personality and author. Mister Rogers Talks with Parents, ch. 11 (1983).)
I said in my novel that the clergyman is a kind of human Sunday. Jones and I settled that my sister May was a kind of human Good Friday and Mrs. Bovill an Easter Monday or some other Bank Holiday.
(Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 34, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
The novel to which Butler refers is Ernest Pontifex, or The Way of All Flesh.)
Some poems are for holidays only. They are polished and sweet, but it is the sweetness of sugar, and not such as toil gives to sour bread. The breath with which the poet utters his verse must be that by which he lives.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 365, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)