‘She was not conquered,’ he said; and he closed her eyes, and sat unmoving beside her as the night drew down.
Every man takes a beating and every man gets dumped back into the earth … so why cry about it?
“I play the game for the game’s own sake,” said he.
The one small garden of a free gardener was a need and due, not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of others to command.
Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself, said Denethor.
Some are born to fortune, and some have fortune thrust upon them.
It was life raw and naked, wild and free—the only life of that sort which my birth in time and space permitted me to attain.
I had no sorrows, and the world was very bright, so I could not guess that what these men sought was forgetfulness of jaded toil and stale grief.
Next to breathing, drinking is the most essential of all human activities.
If you over-organize humans, over-legalize them, suppress their urge to greatness — they cannot work and their civilization collapses.
Occasionally, it is true, we dance in our “chains” and betwixt our “swords”; it is none the less true that more often we gnash our teeth under the circumstances, and are impatient at the secret hardship of our lot.
Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.
Will ye scan me, and read me, and tellOf the thoughts that ferment in my breast,My longing, my sadness, my joy?
And on earth we wander, groping, reeling;Powers stir in us, stir and disappear.