Quotations About / On:
Sometimes we have to go through the darkness alone, before we can see the light.
(Adele Comandini. Edward Sutherland. Michael O'Brien (Charles Winninger), Beyond Tomorrow, to the spirit of one of his partners, who has joined him at the gates of Heaven (1940).
Original story by Mildred Cram and Adele Comandini.)
Fortune makes our virtues and vices visible, just as light does the objects of sight.
(François, Duc De La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680), French writer, moralist. repr. F.A. Stokes Co., New York (c. 1930). Moral Maxims and Reflections, no. 379 (1665-1678), trans. London (1706).)
Science is spectral analysis. Art is light synthesis.
(Karl Kraus (1874-1936), Austrian satirist. repr. In Half-Truths and One-And-A Half-Truths: Selected Aphorisms, "Riddles out of Solutions," ed. Harry Zohn (1976). Pro Domo et Mundo, ch. 4 (1912).)
What visions in the dark of light!
(Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. The narrator, in Company, p. 59, Grove Press (1980).)
Cynicism often draws correct conclusions, but nobody could live by its lights.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Tenth Selection, New York (1992).)
Turn up the lights; I don't want to go home in the dark.
(O. Henry [William Sydney Porter] (1862-1910), U.S. short-story writer. Quoted in O. Henry Biography, ch. 9, Charles Alphonso Smith (1916).
Last words, quoting a 1907 song by Harry Williams.)
A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light.
(Franz Kafka (1883-1924), German novelist, short-story writer. Shorter Works, vol. 1, ed. and trans. by Malcolm Pasley (1973). The Collected Aphorisms, no. 87 (Oct. 1917-Feb. 1918).)
Treat your friends as you do your pictures, and place them in their best light.
(Jennie Jerome Churchill (1854-1921), Anglo-American mother of Winston Churchill. "Friendship," Small Talk on Big Subjects (1916).)
Whoever lights the torch of war in Europe can wish for nothing but chaos.
(Adolf Hitler (1889-1945), German dictator. Speech, May 21, 1935, Reichstag, Berlin.)
Bright light is injurious to those who see nothing.
(Aurelius Clemens Prudentius (c. 348-405), Roman poet. Peristephanon, X, 593.)