This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
The worst, the least curable hatred is that which has superseded deep love.
The conflict of patience is such, that the vanquished is better than the vanquisher.
Evelyn Waugh, fully Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh
We class schools, you see, into four grades: Leading School, First-rate School, Good School, and School. Frankly, said Mr Levy, School is pretty bad... (Part One, Chapter One)
Evelyn Waugh, fully Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh
His courtesy was somewhat extravagant. He would write and thank people who wrote to thank him for wedding presents and when he encountered anyone as punctilious as himself the correspondence ended only with death.
In order to join vigorously in the moral work of the world I must believe that somehow the best I can accomplish will endure, will leave its trace on things, will aid the final consummation.
Attention | Civilization | Industry | People | Wealth |
Never let the bottom of your purse or of your mind be seen.
No good lawyer ever goes to court himself.
Ability | Balance | Technology | Work |
Substance is not enough, accident is also required.
Poverty wants many things, and avarice all.
Business | Government | Right | Wealth | Government | Business |
J. B. Priestly, fully John Boynton Priestly
A synopsis is a cold thing. You do it with the front of your mind. If you're going to stay with it, you never get quite the same magic as when you're going all out.
Ability | Change | Experience | Important | Qualities | Reading | Space | Time |
J. R. R. Tolkien, fully John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
But the helm of her secrecy had fallen from her, and her bright hair, released from its bonds, gleamed with pale gold upon her shoulders. Her eyes grey as the sea were hard and fell, and yet tears were on her cheek. A sword was in her hand, and she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy's eyes? Still she did not blench: maiden of the Rohirrim, child of kings, slender but as a steel-blade, fair yet terrible. A swift stroke she dealt, skilled and deadly. The outstretched neck she clove asunder, and the hewn head fell like a stone. Backward she sprang as the huge shape crashed to ruin, vast wings outspread, crumpled on the earth; and with its fall the shadow passed away. A light fell about her, and her hair shone in the sunrise.
Ability | Better | People | Position | Space | World | Think | Understand |