Classics Quotes

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.

A great nose may be an index
Of a great soul

The best way to become acquainted with a subject is to write about it.

If you want to find out if someone is a true bookworm or not, give them a thousand page novel and see what happens.

When you walk,go different roads that take you nowhere,and see your world.

A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.

The commercial work of today is the classics of tomorrow.

Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible - magic to make the sanest man go mad.

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures. We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days.

My idea of good company is the company of clever, well-informed people who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat - coward!

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one - so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim - the greater man.

But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well - for your own son’s death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels - I’ve lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men -

I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me: and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
of human cities torture.