J. E. Buckrose Quotes

while nearly every way of falling in love is kind, every way of getting out of love is cruel.

there is such a mistaken notion abroad in this country that the individual who makes sharp remarks must be sincere, while the one who says pleasant things must be more or less a humbug.

I know what kind of people would have the hottest corner in my conception of hell. It would be those who have helped to give goodness a bad name.

… nothing, of course, is ever so strange as love to the one who is not a lover.

Though the worship of riches is an old religion, there has never been a danger that it might become the sole religion. And yet that is what is surely going to happen in the world.

The right sort of gossip is a charming and stimulating thing. The Odyssey itself is simply glorious gossip, and the same may be said of nearly every tale of mingled fact and legend which has been handed down to us through the ages.

True depression is a terribly real thing. Some of the noblest men and women in the world have been prone to it … They may have no reason for feeling more unhappy at that particular period than at any other. Their worldly circumstances may be just what they have been for a long time past, and perfectly satisfactory. But there suddenly closes down on them a fog of the mind which exaggerates and distorts everything.

there is no doubt that the garrulous bore is the most maddening creature to be shut up with for any length of time, on the wide earth. … As a matter of fact, I have sometimes wondered if these impulsive, perfectly meaningless murders of which one has read at times, can have come about through one party babbling on endlessly – just once too often – when the other longed to be left in peace.

I suppose there is hardly any one in the civilized world – particularly of those who do just a little more every day than they really have strength to perform – who has not at some time regarded bed as a refuge.

This is the difference between depression and sorrow – sorrowful, you are in great trouble because something matters so much; depressed, you are miserable because nothing really matters.

It is in bed that we learn to bear the inevitable. We are learning this all the time while we lie with our face turned to the wall thinking we are doing nothing.

An author who enjoys writing may sometimes please other people by accident, but he can never pass on to any one else the zestful thrill he feels himself.

Results have nothing at all whatever to do with the private fun of being an author. There lies the answer to the problem which puzzles many wise people. Now it is plain why there are so many of us … But the public fun of being an author is rather apt to wear thin.

there are – as every one knows – two kinds of writing: one coming out of your vitals and the other from the top of your head. The first is the only sort from which any true private pleasure can be gained, for it is a way of getting something out of life which seemed to be there in childhood, when childhood is quite over.

though money is a fine servant, as a god, it does seem to develop all the evil qualities of the slave seated between the cherubim.

you may call a person vain, and they will smile; you may call them immoral, and they may even feel flattered – but call them narrow-minded and they have done with you.

one of the greatest hindrances to happiness in the present day is our tendency to standardize our conception of it.

… we condone the most bitter and vindictive intolerance from a desire to appear tolerant, and run to prove that badness is not as bad as it seems, by pointing out that goodness is not so good as it looks.