Quotes of Louise Bogan - somelinesforyou

“ I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy! ”

- Louise Bogan

“ I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy! ”

- Louise Bogan

“ In the country whereto I go I shall not see the face of my friend Nor her hair the color of sunburnt grasses; Together we shall not find The land on whose hills bends the new moon In air traversed of birds. What have I thought of love? I have said, "It is beauty and sorrow." I have thought that it would bring me lost delights, and splendor As a wind out of old time . . . But there is only the evening here, And the sound of willows Now and again dipping their long oval leaves in the water. from "Betrothed ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Come, drunks and drugtakers; come perverts unnerved! Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit; to whom and wherever deserved. Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners trueblue, Get the hell out of the way of the laurel. It is deathless And it isn't for you. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy! ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie. ”

- Louise Bogan

“ I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy! ”

- Louise Bogan
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