C. L. R. James Quotes

My time in the Army gave me an understanding for what it takes to provide for our national security and what it means to our service members and their families.

I am a product of the draft.

America has maintained a prohibition on negotiating with terrorists for good reason.

The chief difference between good writing and better writing may be measured by the number of imperceptible hesitations the reader experiences as he goes along.

Louis Kelso's formula sounds like Lydia Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. The whole theory sounds crazy. But, then, one may recall, they said all that of Copernicus too.

Hey ! Ain t it glorious to be living?

Nast is an artist of uncommon abilities. His works evince originality of conception, freedom of manner, lofty appreciation of national ideas and action, and a large artistic instinct.

One must stand stiller than still. On reverse time travel.

We may as well cut out group theory. That is a subject that will never be of any use in physics.

And I read the moral--A brave endeavour To do thy duty, whate'er its worth, Is better than life with love forever, And love is the sweetest thing on earth.

Planned obsolescence is another word for progress.

The Biblical worldview is not given to us in the discursive and analytical language of philosophy and science, but in rich and compact language of symbolism and art.

The object of pure Mathematic (is) that of unfolding the laws of human intelligence.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin.

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once.

Too excited to be genuinely happy

Love, yes. Word known to all men.

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.

As you are now so once were we.

Have read little and understood less.

The apprehensive faculty must be scrutinised in action.

Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path.

I confess that I do not see what good it does to fulminate against the English tyranny while the Roman tyranny occupies the palace of the soul.

The end he had been born to serve yet did not see had led him to escape by an unseen path and now it beckoned to him once more and a new adventure was about to be opened to him.

He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.

The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.

When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.

What incensed him the most was the blatant jokes of the ones that passed it all off as a jest, pretending to understand everything and in reality not knowing their own minds.

It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.

I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on.

Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eons of the gods.

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.

The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius.

There's no police like Holmes.

The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.

History is that nightmare from which there is no awakening.

Quotation marks quotato marks! Bah!

You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.

(...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.

Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good.

I don't want to die. Damn death. Long live life.

Hell is the centre of evils and, as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at their remotest points.

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

Each lost soul will be a hell unto itself, the boundless fire raging in its very vitals.

Ulysses He ... saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid flatong flower.

We are an unfortunate priest-ridden race and always were and always will be tell the end of the chapter.... A priest-ridden Godforsaken race.

For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.