C. Morley Quotes
There are no trifles in the moral universe of God. Speak me a word to-day; ? it shall go ringing on through the ages.
Our days of praise shall ne'er be past While life, and thought, and being last, And immortality endures.
We may not substitute charity for godliness; but there is room for the Divine love in the heart which has been touched by the human.
If we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved them.
When you sell a man a book you don't sell him just 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.
Night, I have discovered, has a faintly bitter taste, caused by its large ingredient of Un-attained Possibility.
There is only one success — to be able to spend your life in your own way.
They go in not because they need any certain volume but because they feel that there may be some book that needs them.
A town that has no ceiling price A town of double-talk A town so big men name her twice Like so: 'N'Yawk N'Yawk.'
Any man worth his salt has by the time he is forty-five accumulated a crown of thorns and the problem is to learn to wear it over one ear.
The unluckiest insolvent in the world is the man whose expenditure is too great for his income of ideas.
If we all discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to tell them that they loved them.
If we all discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to tell them that they loved them.
Time is a flowing river. Happy those who allow themselves to be carried unresisting with the current. They float through easy days. They live unquestioning in the moment.
It is unfair to blame man too fiercely for being pugnacious he learned the habit from Nature.
When you sell a man a book you don’t sell him just 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue—you sell him a whole new life.
Quando vendi ad un uomo un libro, non gli vendi 12 once di carta, un po' di inchiostro e della colla, gli vendi un'intera nuova vita".
There is only one trait that marks the writer. He is always watching. It's a kind of trick of the mind and he is born with it.
Morning has animated something in me, too, some dormant thing that for years has known only how to sit and wait. Get a move on, it says. Don't let the day get away.
But to a Vietnamese peasant whose home means a lifetime of back-breaking labor, it will take more than presidential promises to convince him that we are on his side.
His sins seemed to be so few that he was alarmed and groped anxiously for more, knowing he could not be without guilt.
The last confession he heard was from a young hysterical girl who seemed to him to be making up a chain of small sins so that she could imagine herself full of remorse.
I am not ashamed that I was once a vacuum-cleaner salesman, only that I was a *good* vacuum-cleaner salesman.
We are articulate but we are not particularly conversational. An Englishman won't talk for the sake of talking. He doesn't mind silence. But after the silence he sometimes says something.
I can complain because rose bushes have thorns or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses. It's all how you look at it.
Politics is a field where action is one long second best and where the choice constantly lies between two blunders.
It makes all the difference in the world whether we put truth in the first place or in the second place.
Where it is a duty to worship the sun it is pretty sure to be a crime to examine the laws of heat.
