Truth is the strong compost in which beauty may sometimes germinate.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
(Attributed)
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Morley, Christopher
My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
(Attributed)
Be prepared for Truth at all hours and in the most fantastic disguises. This is the only safety.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
Inward Ho!, ch. 1 (1923)
Blessed is he who has never been tempted; for he knows not the frailty of his rectitude.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
Inward Ho!, ch. 1 (1923)
(Source)
I suffer fools gladly, for I have always been on good terms with myself.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
Inward Ho!, ch. 13 (1923)
There are three ingredients in the good life: learning, earning, and yearning.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
Parnassus on Wheels, ch. 10 (1917)
When you sell a man a book you don’t sell him just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue — you sell him a whole new life.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
Parnassus on Wheels, ch. 4 (1917)
(Source)
Printer’s ink has been running a race against gunpowder these many, many years. Ink is handicapped, in a way, because you can blow up a man with gunpowder in half a second, while it may take twenty years to blow him up with a book. But the gunpowder destroys itself along with its victim, while a book can keep on exploding for centuries.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
The Haunted Bookshop, ch. 6 [Roger Mifflin] (1919)
(Source)
All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
Where the Blue Begins (1922)
There is only one success … to be able to spend your life in your own way, and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
Where the Blue Begins, ch. 8 (1922)
No man is lonely while eating spaghetti — it requires too much attention.
Christopher Morley (1890–1957) American journalist, novelist, essayist, poet
In Life (24 Oct 1969)