Classics Quotes

When I say to the Moment flying;'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!'Then bind me in thy bonds undyi...

Then said he, ’I am going to my Father’s; and though with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now ...

All books are divisible into two classes: the books of the hours, and the books of all Time.

It is well known how the monks wrote silly lives of Catholic Saints over the manuscripts on which th...

He suffered greatly from being shut up among all these people whose stupidity and absurdities wounde...

He had so long since ceased to direct his life toward any ideal goal, and had confined himself to th...

The gods do not visit you to remind you what you know already.

Betsy was so full of joy that she had to be alone. She went upstairs to her bedroom and sat down on ...

Well, Betsy," he said, "your mother tells me that you are going to use Uncle Keith's trunk for a des...

Would not the earth, quickened to an evil purpose by the sympathy of his eye, greet him with poisono...

Considering thus how much honor is awarded to antiquity, and how many times—letting pass infinite ot...

The commercial work of today is the classics of tomorrow.

Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known

Sin is the only real colour-element left in modern life.''You really must not say things like that b...

Dust is not a constant. There’s not a fixed quantity that has always been the same. Conscious beings...

I shall never be converted, and I shall remain true to my old religion of the classics until my life...

You're on your own little quest, an there's a bit of Frodo Baggins in you, and a bit of Verne's Paga...

Time, which sees all things, has found you out.

I have seen or heard of no other man whom destiny treated with such enmity as it did Philoktetes

The town knew about darkness. It knew about the darkness that comes on the land when rotation hides ...

There is no life here but the slow death of days, and so when the evil falls on the town, its coming...

Jude leaped out of arm's reach, and walked along the trackway weeping--not from the pain, though tha...

I find that the old Roman baths of this quarter, were found covered by an old burying ground, belong...

I can't help suspecting, that there is, or may be some regurgitation from the bath into the cistern ...

WILDE: Oh — Bosie! (He weeps.) I have to go back to him, you know. Robbie will be furious but it can...

Pearls' burst out the Snork Maiden excitedly. 'Could ankle rings be made out of pearls?''I should th...

They ordered punch. They drank it. It was hot rum punch. The pen falters when it attempts to treat o...

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

A feeling of liberation should contain a bracing feeling of negation, in which liberation itself is ...

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.

Think of this- that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each...

They did go on so, don't you think, those Victorian poets, they took themselves so horribly seriousl...

I do not want to be a relative and passive being, anywhere. I want to live and love and write.

Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.

I gather," he added, "that you've never had much time to study the classics?""That is so.""Pity. Pit...

Poirot, watching him, felt suddenly a doubt--an uncomfortable twinge. Was there, here, something tha...

The best way to become acquainted with a subject is to write about it.

By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles," noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these day...

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.

and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon.

Go ye, who rest so placidly upon the sacred Bard who had been young, and when he strung his harp was...

You are a curse in my life!

Lingerer, my brain is on fire with impatience; and you tarry so long!

I tell you I must go!” I retorted, roused to something like passion. “Do you think I can stay to bec...

You are going, Jane?""I am going, sir.""You are leaving me?""Yes.""You will not come? You will not b...

I laughed at him as he said this. “I am not an angel,” I asserted; “and I will not be one till I die...

Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come buy

When you re-read a classic you do not see in the book more than you did before. You see more in you ...

And what does a person with such romantic temperament seek in the study of the classics?"If by roman...

What are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?That, by the way, is...

They too, knew this beautiful and harrowing landscape; they'd had the same experience of looking up ...

Do you remember what we were speaking of earlier, of how bloody, terrible things are sometimes the m...

A great nose may be an indexOf a great soul

- Ay! Thornton o' Marlborough Mill, as we call him.- He is one of the masters you are striving with,...

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.

Truth is such a rare thing it is delightful to tell it,

I wish I had done everything on earth with you

I’ve always found that the better the book I’m reading, the smarter I feel, or, at least, the more a...

And yet he was in the right! They were wrong and he was right. The obvious, the silly, and the true ...

If there really is such a thing as turning in one's grave, Shakespeare must get a lot of exercise.

When Henry handed her a cup of punch she whispered, "If you want to go on with the seniors or anythi...

Many scholars forget, it seems to me, that our enjoyment of the great works of literature depends mo...

I do not mean to object to a thorough knowledge of the famous works we read. I object only to the in...

You arranged everything according to your own taste, and so I got the same tastes as you - or else I...

Men sometimes speak as if the study of the classics would at length make way for more modern and pra...

The modern cheap and fertile press, with all its translations, has done little to bring us nearer to...

And here, I believe, the wit is generally misunderstood. In reality, it lies in desiring another to ...

Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought

And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make ...

But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son’s...

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hat...

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to ...

You, you insolent brazen bitch—you really dare to shake that monstrous spear in Father’s face?

Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, h...

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you,...

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive...

And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red w...

…and they limp and halt, they’re all wrinkled, drawn, they squint to the side, can’t look you in the...

Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying togeth...

I'm working on this book on the trial of Socrates. It started out with the idea of the problem of fr...

A classic is a book that has never finished what it wants to say.

A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.

I have a feeling that you’re riding for some kind of terrible, terrible fall. . . . The whole arrang...

There are people who, the more you do for them, the less they will do for themseselves.

Nobody could catch cold by the sea; nobody wanted appetite by the sea; nobody wanted spirits; nobody...

She was nothing more than a mere good-tempered, civil and obliging Young Woman; as such we could sca...

They had no conversation together, no intercourse but what the commonest civility required. Once so ...

But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, inste...

All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one, you need not covet it) is t...

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be i...

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marian...