79 ordspråk av Robertson Davies
Robertson Davies
Fanaticism is overcompensation for doubt.
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Fanaticism is overcompensation for doubt.
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Female beauty is an important Minor Sacrament which cannot be received too often; I am not at all sure that neglect of it does not constitute a sin of some kind
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Few people can see genius in someone who has offended them.
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For I was a collaborator with Destiny, not one who put a pistol to its head and demanded particular treasures
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Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.
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He types his labored column - weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn.
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He was a genius - that is to say, a man who does superlatively and without obvious effort something that most people cannot do by the uttermost exertion of their abilities.
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I do not 'get' ideas; ideas get me.
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I heard his library burned down and both books were destroyed - and one of them hadn't even been colored in yet.
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I never heard of anyone who was really literate or who ever really loved books who wanted to suppress any of them.
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I think of an author as somebody who goes into the marketplace and puts down his rug and says, ''I will tell you a story,'' and then he passes the hat.
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I was not sure I wanted to issue orders to life; I rather liked the Greek notion of allowing Chance to take a formative hand in my affairs
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If I had my way books would not be written in English, but in an exceedingly difficult secret language that only skilled professional readers and story-tellers could interpret. Then people like you would have to go to public halls and pay good prices to hear the professionals decode and read the books aloud for you. This plan would have the advantage of scaring off all amateur authors, retired politicians, country doctors and I-Married-a-Midget writers who would not have the patience to learn the secret language.
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If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional and common sense continual.
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