William John Locke Quotes

Beyond all the fires of love through which one passes there is the star of Duty, and happy the individual who can live in its serenity.

Every man's first declaration of love is bathos--the zenith of his passion connoting perhaps the nadir of his intelligence.

I can tell you how to get what you want: You've just got to keep a thing in view and go for it and never let your eyes wander to right or left or up or down. And looking back is fatal.

What is a logical mind?... It is the antiseptic which destroys the bacilli of unreason whereby true happiness is vivified.

Children are the root of all evil.... Happy the man who has his quiver empty.

I believe half of the unhappiness in life comes from people being afraid to go straight at things.

Women are cats ... and love to scratch even those they're fond of. Sometimes the more they love them the harder they scratch.

It all depends whether hope is in front or behind you.

You have never seen ugliness in a happy face.

The only cure for loss of illusions is fresh illusions, more illusions, and always illusions.

I hold in my hands the very soul of a man. What more dare a woman ask of the high gods?

The only remedy against the malady of life is life itself. The bane is its own antidote.

Our happiness is made up of the things we miss.

Women are women and can't help themselves.

Have you ever considered what anxious thought, what consummate knowledge of human nature, what dearly-bought experiences go into the making of an advertisement?

Life is droll. It has no common sense. It is the game of a mountebank.

To read of human depravity in the police reports is one thing, to see it fall like a black shadow across one's life is another.

As I enter on the path of happiness, I scatter the dregs and shreds and clippings of the past behind me. I divest myself of all the crapulous years.

Art is long, and the talk about it is even longer.

Any human love a man gets he can make fill his life. It's like the grain of mustard-seed.

In France the men all live in cafes, the children are all put out to nurse, and the women, saving the respect of mademoiselle -- well, the less said about them the better.

Don't be a genius, my son, it isn't good for anybody.

Men are men and women are women. We've tried for tens of thousands of years to lay down hard and fast lines for the sexes to walk upon, and we've failed miserably.

If you love a Dream Woman ... let her stay the divine Woman of the Dream. To awaken and clasp flesh and blood, no matter how delicately tender, and find that love has sped at the dawn is a misery too deep for tears.

I think love is serious. It's like an invention: sometimes it lies deep down inside you, great and quiet--and at other times it racks you and keeps you from sleeping.