Great Throughts Treasury

This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.

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Whittaker Chambers, born Jay Vivian Chambers, aka Jay David Whittaker Chambers

That [haunting fear of being wrong] is the fate of those who break without knowing clearly that Communism is wrong because something else is right, because to the challenge: God or Man?, they continue to give the answer: Man… They are witnesses against something; they have ceased to be witnesses for anything.

Awe | Important | Life | Life | Light | Men | Reverence | Wonder | World |

Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman

Hushed be the camps to-day. No more for him life's stormy conflicts, nor victory, nor defeat ? no more time's dark events.

Mystical | Silence | Time |

Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman

O you singer, solitary, singing by yourself—projecting me; O solitary me, listening—nevermore shall I cease perpetuating you; never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations, never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me, never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there, in the night, by the sea, under the yellow and sagging moon, the messenger there arous’d—the fire, the sweet hell within, the unknown want, the destiny of me.

Silence |

Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman

This day before dawn I ascended a hill and looked at the crowded heaven.

Duty | Wonder |

Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman

When I read the book, the biography famous, and is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life? And so will someone when I am dead and gone write my life? (As if any man really knew aught of my life, why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life, only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to trace out here.)

Applause | Mystical | Silence | Time |

Walt Whitman, fully Walter "Walt" Whitman

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed and the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring, lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, and thought of him I love.

Applause | Mystical | Silence | Time |

Walter Lippmann

Winston Churchill's eloquence is the man himself, and the secret of his fascination is his magnanimity.

Beginning | Listening | Necessity | Right |

Walter Pater, fully Walter Horatio Pater

He... preferred always the more to the less remote, what, seeming exceptional, was an instance of law more refined.

Listening |

Walter Savage Landor

To my ninth decade I have tottered on, and no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; she, who once led me where she would, is gone, so when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.

Light | Oblivion | Pleasure | Wonder |

Washington Irving

Here's to your good health, and your family's good health, and may you all live long and prosper.

Magic | Need | Silence |

Wayne Dyer, fully Wayne Walter Dyer

Make sure to praise your children at every opportunity.

God | Peace | Silence | Space | Will | God |

Washington Irving

For what is history, but... huge libel on human nature, to which we industriously add page after page, volume after volume, as if we were holding up a monument to the honor, rather than the infamy of our species.

Curiosity | Death | Desire | Wonder |

Wayne Dyer, fully Wayne Walter Dyer

Emotions show up in your body as physical manifestations of your thoughts.

Meditation | Silence |

Wayne Muller

Within sorrow is grace. When we come close to those things that break us down, we touch those things that also break us open. And in that breaking open, we uncover our true nature.

Day | Labor | Listening | Rest | War | Work |

Wendell Berry

At the window he sits and looks out, musing on the river, a little brown hen duck paddling upstream among the wind waves close to the far bank. What he has understood lies behind him like a road in the woods. He is a wilderness looking out at the wild.

Machines | Nothing | Quiet | Silence | World |

Wendell Berry

It was a country . . . that he and his people had known how to use and abuse, but not how to preserve.

Enough | Freedom | Giving | Illusion | Man | Money | Noise | Peace | People | Play | Promise | Quiet | Slavery | Wonder | Old | Think |

Wendell Berry

I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.

Little | Patience | Sacred | Silence | Time | Words | Poem |

Wendell Berry

Nobody can discover the world for somebody else. Only when we discover it for ourselves does it become common ground and a common bond and we cease to be alone.

Soul | Wonder |

W. H. Auden, fully Wystan Hugh Auden

Most people enjoy the sight of their own handwriting as they enjoy the smell of their own farts.

Darkness | Important | People | Silence | Truth |

Wendell Berry

What works poorly in agriculture — monoculture, for instance, or annual accounting — can be pretty fully explained, because what works poorly is invariably some oversimplifying thought that subjugated nature, people, and culture. What works well ultimately defies explanation because it involves an order that in both magnitude and complexity is ultimately incomprehensible.

Need | Silence | Will | Worry |