Elbert Hubbard Quotes
Literature is the noblest of all the arts. Music dies on the air, or at best exists only as a memory; oratory ceases with the effort; the painter's colors fade and the canvas rots; the marble is dragged from its pedestal and is broken into fragments.
Elbert Hubbard
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I always knew that I was going to be a writer. There was no question in my mind about that.
J. Michael Straczynski
A sense of humor keen enough to show a man his own absurdities will keep him from the commission of all sins, or nearly all, save those worth committing.
Samuel Butler
As an editor, I read Charlotte Rogan's amazing debut novel, 'The Lifeboat,' when it was still in manuscript. I read it in one night, and I really wanted my company to publish it, but we lost it to another house. It's such a wonderful combination of beautiful writing and suspenseful storytelling.
Karen Thompson Walker
I don't recall ever desiring to go as fast as possible.
Hannah Kearney
Spiritual infirmities such as tepidity are caused, not only by chills but also by fevers, that is, by excessive zeal.
Saint Ignatius
I love the produce section at the grocery store.
Kate McKinnon
Radio is a bag of mediocrity where little men with carbon minds wallow in sluice of their own making.
Fred Allen
One does not set fire to a world which is already lost.
Friedrich Durrenmatt
When I look at my own work, I see love, loss, and loneliness. Part of it might be that I was an army brat. I moved around all the time. There was a sense of nothing being permanent.
Elizabeth Berg
My entire life has really revolved around music that was written about the time that I was born, 1908, to just before the First World War and shortly after it. This music I've always known, and it is that music that's most important to me.
Elliott Carter
You can work, shop, do everything from home, and I find this unsettling.
Patrice Leconte
Literature is the noblest of all the arts. Music dies on the air, or at best exists only as a memory; oratory ceases with the effort; the painter's colors fade and the canvas rots; the marble is dragged from its pedestal and is broken into fragments.
Elbert Hubbard