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Literature Quotes - Page 83

I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should stand by itself, of itself, and for itself.

Charles Dickens (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)”, p.14179, Delphi Classics

It is always safe to learn, even from our enemies; seldom safe to venture to instruct, even our friends.

Charles Caleb Colton (1832). “Lacon: Or Many Things in Few Words, Addressed to Those who Think”, p.154

Those that are the loudest in their threats are the weakest in their actions.

Charles Caleb Colton (1824). “Lacon, Or, Many Things in a Few Words: Addressed to Those who Think”, p.131

There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.

Charles Baudelaire (1951). “My heart laid bare, and other prose writings”

What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.

Charles Baudelaire, Christopher Isherwood, W. H. Auden (2006). “Intimate Journals”, p.49, Courier Corporation

I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.11, University of Illinois Press

I make it clear why I write as I do and why other poets write as they do. After hundreds of experiments I decided to go my own way in style and see what would happen.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.138, University of Illinois Press

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.11, University of Illinois Press

I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.

Carl Sandburg, Margaret Sandburg, George Hendrick (1999). “Ever the Winds of Chance”, p.10, University of Illinois Press

It's so much easier to pray for a bore than to go and see one.

C. S. Lewis (2002). “Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer”, p.70, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.

Bryan Waller Procter (1857). “Dramatic Scenes ; with Other Poems Now First Printed”, p.218