“I believe no satirist could breathe this air. If another Juvenal or Swift could rise up among us tomorrow, he would be hunted down. If you have any knowledge of our literature, and can give me the name of any man, American born and bred, who has anatomised our follies as a people, and not as this or that party; and who has escaped the foulest and most brutal slander, the most inveterate hatred and intolerant pursuit; it will be a strange name in my ears, believe me.” PeopleIfsMenGivingBelieveWould BeLiteratureNamesI BelieveBornPartyAirStrangeTomorrowHatredEarsGive MeBreathePursuitFollySatireSarcasmBelieve In MeBrutalSlanderHuntedSatirist Book:Life And Adventures Of Martin Chuzzlewit Source: Life And Adventures Of Martin Chuzzlewit
“Women, despite the fact that nine out of ten of them go through life with a death-bed air either of snatching-the-last-moment or with martyr-resignation, do not die tomorrow--or the next day. They have to live on to any one of many bitter ends.” EndsMomentsFactsLastsDiesNextWomenAirTomorrowBedTenNineDespiteBitterNext DayMartyrResignationDeath Bed Author:Zelda Fitzgerald
“Have we not huddled in bunkers, while some premonition of tomorrow hung in the air and a comrade started singing? Oh, it felt so melancholy! And it was kitsch.” FeltAirTomorrowSingingMelancholyHungComradeKitschPremonitionBunkers Author:Robert Musil