No picture is made
No picture is made to endure nor to live with but it is made to sell and sell quickly with usura, sin against nature, is thy bread ever more of stale rags is thy bread dry as paper. Ezra Pound
Rags
What smells so? Has
What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar. Eugene Field
I will never understand
I will never understand children. I never pretended to. I meet mothers all the time who make resolutions to themselves. ‘I’m going to … go out of my way to show them I am interested in them and what they do. I am going to understand my children.’ These women end up making rag rugs, … Read more
Do not permit yourself
Do not permit yourself to fall in love with the end-game play to the exclusion of entire games. It is well to have the whole story of how it happened; the complete play, not the denouement only. Do not embrace the rag-time and vaudeville of chess. Emanuel Lasker
The most fitting monuments
The most fitting monuments this nation can build are schoolhouses and homes for those who do the work of the world. It is no answer to say that they are accustomed to rags and hunger. In this world of plenty every human being has a right to food, clothes, decent shelter, and the rudiments of … Read more
Ignorant people always suppose
Ignorant people always suppose that popular writers are wonderfully well-paid – and must be making rapid fortunes – because they neither starve in garrets, nor wear rags – at least in America. Eliza Leslie
[on going to Sunday
[on going to Sunday school:] It looks like rain, and I hope it will rain cats and dogs and hammers and pitchforks and silver sugar spoons and hay ricks and paper-covered novels and picture frames and rag carpets and toothpicks and skating rinks and birds of paradise and roof gardens and burdocks and French grammars … Read more
A great deal of
A great deal of the furniture of ancient tyranny is torn to rags; the rest is entirely out of fashion. Edmund Burke
Contentment preserves one from
Contentment preserves one from catching cold. Has a woman who knew that she was well dressed ever caught a cold? No, not even when she had scarcely a rag on her back. Friedrich Nietzsche
One who dresses in
One who dresses in rags that have been washed clean dresses cleanly to be sure, but raggedly nonetheless. Friedrich Nietzsche