Christopher Morley Quotes

The Greatest Poem Ever Known Is One All Poets Have Outgrown: The Poetry, Innate, Untold, Of Being Only Four Years Old.

We Visit Bookshops Not So Often To Buy Any One Special Book, But Rather To Rediscover, In The Happier And More Expressive Words Of Others, Our Own Encumbered Soul.

Truth And Beauty (perhaps Keats Was Wrong In Identifying Them: Perhaps They Have The Relation Of Wit And Humour, Or Rain And Rainbow) Are Of Interest Only To Hungry People. There Are Several Kinds Of Hunger. If Socrates, Spinoza, And Santayana Had Had Free Access To A Midnight Icebox We Would Never Have Heard Of Them. Shall I Be Ashamed Of My Little Mewing Truths?... I Ask To Be Forgiven: They Are Such Tiny Ones.

Perhaps This Is An Age When Men Think Bravely Of The Human Spirit; For Surely They Have A Strange Lust To Lay It Bare.

It Is Unfair To Blame Man Too Fiercely For Being Pugnacious; He Learned The Habit From Nature.

Blessed Is The Satirist; And Blessed The Ironist; Blessed The Witty Scoffer, And Blessed The Sentimentalist; For Each, Having Seen One Spoke Of The Wheel, Thinks To Have Seen All, And Is Content.

New York Is Babylon : Brooklyn Is The Truly Holy City. New York Is The City Of Envy, Office Work, And Hustle; Brooklyn Is The Region Of Homes And Happiness.... There Is No Hope For New Yorkers, For Their Glory In Their Skyscraping Sins; But In Brooklyn There Is The Wisdom Of The Lowly.

Words Are A Commodity In Which There Is Never Any Slump.

Poetry Comes With Anger, Hunger And Dismay; It Does Not Often Visit Groups Of Citizens Sitting Down To Be Literary Together, And Would Appal Them If It Did.

How Womanly It Is To Ask The Unanswerable At The Moment Impossible.

The World Has Been Printing Books For 450 Years, And Yet Gunpowder Still Has A Wider Circulation. Never Mind! Printer's Ink Is The Greater Explosive: It Will Win.

My Prayer Is That What We Have Gone Through [world War One] Will Startle The World Into Some New Realization Of The Sanctity Of Life, Animal As Well As Human.