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(whose initials were probably OCTAVIAN).
What fools these mortals be. (Acheron)
Our Adonais has drunk poisonoh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe?
Who would not rather have the fame of Archimedes than that of his conqueror Marcellus?
Odysseus and his soldiers to certain destruction. Odysseus
Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic, Aristocrat, one of a family of tyrants, one of a race proscribed, for that they had used their abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people. Charles Evremonde, called Darnay, in right of such proscription, absolutely Dead in Law.
Athenodorus says hydrophobia, or water-dread, was first discovered in the time of Asclepiades.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas. Lucky is he who has been able to understand the causes of things Virgil, Georgics, Book 2
Anti-theses.- The most senile thing ever thought about man is contained in the celebrated saying 'the ego is always hateful'; the most childish is the even more celebrated 'love thy neighbor as thyself'. - In the former, knowledge of human nature has ceased, in the latter it has not yet even begun.
Epicurus ... whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.
Tritons Trident!
TIMON
A fool of thee: depart.
APEMANTUS
I love thee better now than e'er I did.
TIMON
I hate thee worse.
The enemy of art is the enemy of nature; art is nothing but the highest sagacity and exertions of human nature; and what nature will he honor who honors not the human?
Gobartes the son of Artabazos
I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless.
I am Divergent. And I can't be controlled.
AUTHOR'S GOODREADS PAGE: I love antiheroes. Female characters who don't just accept their faults, but downright exploit them.
No nice boys.
No shame.
Enemies of art are the opposite of the Sun; they emit darkness instead of light!
Death's long anabasis.
Villains arise from intellectualism without spirituality: a vivid manifestation of the Antichrist. Obviously, the villain, in and for itself, is the Antichrist.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
There can be no greater antithesis than between the Greeks' rational and objective truth and the "truth of unreason," as Bertrand Russell aptly termed faith in religions, fictions about supernatural beings that soothe and comfort weaklings who are afraid to contemplate the grim world of reality.
The Tempter ere th' Accuser of man-kind, To wreck on innocent frail man his loss Of that first Battel, and his flight to Hell: Yet
The hideous god of war.
Decus et pretium recte petit experiens vir.
The man who makes the attempt justly aims at honour and reward.
Aeschylus was the poet of a new era. He bridged the tremendous gulf between the poetry of the beauty of the outside world and the poetry of the beauty of the pain of the world. He
In considering found that the papists did not deny him to be come in the flesh, nor we did not deny him - who then was antichrist? Was the Turk antichrist only?
What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
A cowardly populace which will dare nothing beyond talk.
[Lat., Vulgus ignavum et nihil ultra verba ausurum.]
Armageddon (the final battle between good and evil; the word is taken from a plain near the Israeli city of Megiddo where the showdown is supposed to take place).
Under the volcano! It was not for nothing the ancients had placed Tartarus under Mt. Aetna, nor within it, the monster Typhoeus, with his hundred heads and - relatively - fearful eyes and voices.
TITUS. Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
Paulinus, everyone knows. Say the word, and I'll run the bitch over with my chariot
Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous. Lucius Accius, Telephus
Archimedes was my ideal. I admired the works of artists, but to my mind, they were only shadows and semblances. The inventor, I thought, gives to the world creations which are palpable, which live and work.
What is he? A friend or an enemy? The alethiometer answered: He is a murderer.
Many heroes lived before Agamemnon; but all are unknown and unwept, extinguished in everlasting night, because they have no spirited chronicler.
Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.
The Tragic Historye of Romeus and Juliette
Istam terra de fossam premat,
gravisque terrus impio capiti incubet!
(As for her, let her be buried deep in earth,
and heavy may the soil lie on her unholy head.)
A nation is born stoic, and dies epicurean
THE MARK OF ATHENA BABY!!!!!!
Anthrax, it's something that gets you sick, it's horrible, strong. It's a heavy-metal band name if there ever was one.
Art for art's sake.
[Lat., Ars gratia artis.]
DEINOTHERIUM, n. An extinct pachyderm that flourished when the Pterodactyl was in fashion. The latter was a native of Ireland, its name being pronounced Terry Dactyl or Peter O'Dactyl, as the man pronouncing it may chance to have heard it spoken or seen it printed.
Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are replaced by estuaries of silt. The wife of Candaules becomes the wife of Gyges. Libraries burn.
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
The goddess Nemesis, Bertol Grimmer's favourite motif after the War. The goddess of revenge.
Thirst, for who in the time of innocence would have drunk without being athirst? Nay, sir, it was drinking; for privatio praesupponit habitum.
Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.
[Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]
A labyrinthine man never seeks the truth, but only his Ariadne.
ceasing. 1 THESSALONIANS
Food of Acheron. (Grave.)
[Lat., Pabulum Acheruntis.]
If the reader cares, I don't think it matters so much whether your hero is in fact an anti-hero.
What is the city in which we sit here, but an aggregate of incongruous materials, which have obeyed the will of some man?
The Greeks had considered hope the final evil in Pandora's box. They also gave us an image of perfect nobility: a human being lovingly doing her duty to another human being despite all threats, and going to her death with pride and courage, not deterred by any hope - Antigone.
Paris: city of encounters, of furtive and painful discoveries. All isms converge there, including the anti-isms, all the revolutionaries too, including the counterrevolutionaries .
Mysterium tremendum et fascinans
that stomach- flipping mix of awestruck fear and entrancing fascination.
The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable!
The hero, the villain, or modern tragic character. A modern Achilles who inflicts his own arrow. "The Wings of the Seraph
The word 'Antichrist', to me, is the collective disbelief in god.
Wrongly do the Greeks suppose that aught begins or ceases to be; for nothing comes into being or is destroyed; but all is an aggregation or secretion of preexisting things; so that all becoming might more correctly be called becoming mixed, and all corruption, becoming separate.
Of this trinity of classic heroes - Ulysses, Aeneas, and Achilles - Ulysses is the least obnoxious.
Gordian knot, a knot impossible to unravel, and Alexander the Great solved the problem by cutting through it with his sword, in other words by cheating.
The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.
The saying of old Antigonus, who when he was to fight at Andros, and one told him, "The enemy's ships are more than ours," replied, "For how many then wilt thou reckon me?
All concord's born of contraries.
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I'm not abnegation, I'm not dauntless, I am Divergent
ALEXAS
Gracious Queen, even Herod of Judea wouldn't dare look at you unless you were in a good mood.
There is a God, and his name is Aristophanes.
A fortress against ideas and against the
Shuddering insidious shock of the theory-vendors
The little sardine men crammed in a monster toy
Who tilt their aggregate beast against our crumbling Troy.
Art as the single superior counter-force against all will to negation of life, art as the anti-Christian, anti-Buddhist, anti-Nihilist par excellence.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Abomination . . ." The word escaped him in a slow breath. "And more besides," I agreed. "Now forgive me." Father Gomst found his wits at last, but still he held back. "What do you want with me, Lucifer?" A fair question. "I want to win," I said. He
The fountain has not played itself out, the Flame still shines, the River still flows, the Spring still bubbles forth, the Light has not faded. But between us and It, there is a veil which is more like fifty feet of solid concrete. Deus absconditus. Or we have absconded.
Evil, good, create, destroy. Puny minds. Puny caves. Time, MacKayla. Time absolves.
Time does not define the act. Time is impartial; it neither condemns nor absolves. The action contains intent, and intent is where the definition lies.
JULIA: Oldest daughter of Julia and Agrippa. Owner of the smallest dwarf in Rome. Exiled in AD 8.
O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!
Good-bye to the lies of the poets.
[Lat., Valeant mendacia vatum.]
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.
[T]he Papist and the Arminian on the one extremity, enthroneth Nature, and extolleth proud merit, and abaseth Christ and free grace. The Familist, libertine, and Antinomian, on a contrary extremity and opposition, turn man into a block, and make him into a mere patient in the way to heaven.
Apparently, the Athena Parthenos had wanted them to visit a place with educational value, because she'd landed right next to a historical marker that read MASSACRE OF BUFORD, on a gravel layby at the intersection of Nowhere and Nothing.
At Athens, wise men propose, and fools dispose.
Antichrist is the pope and the Turk [Muslim] together. A beast full of life must have a body and soul. The spirit or soul of Antichrist is the pope, his flesh or body the Turk.
The stupidest word Jason could have imagined. Utter nonsense. Supposedly it would unmake Maldor. He repeated the odd syllables in his mind, varying the inflection. If it failed, he could always try supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde.
I was banished," said Reven proudly.
"What for?" Elfwyn pressed.
"The king said I was anathema."
"He doesn't like athemas?"
"Anathema means, like, accursed," said Jinx. "Probably it was for robbing people.
The bravest man feels an anxiety 'circa praecordia' as he enters the battle; but he dreads disgrace yet more.
True art is but the anti-type of nature; the embodiment of discovered beauty in utility.
My oblivion is a very Antony and I am all forgotten.
In writing 'A Portrait of Athens' I have attempted - rather impressionistically - to give a panorama of its present. But I have also brought in its past because I sincerely think that there is a continuity.
Slim cunning hands at rest, and cozening eyes,
Under this stone one loved too wildly lies;
How false she was, no granite could declare;
Nor all earth's flowers, how fair.
Aziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.
In Henry Adams, I discovered not only the prototype of the modern thinker but also someone who is more interesting: a viper-toothed, puling, supercilious crank, thwarted in ambition, aging gracelessly, mad at the cosmos, and ashamed of his own jejune ideals. He is nevertheless very dear to me.
war, the human antithesis of art
Ironic, is it not, that the great Divinicus Nex cowers in fear from that which should be her fated prey? A decidedly diametric circumstance.
What? It's irritating when the monster hunting you has a better vocabulary than your own. Maybe it could do my eulogy?
What follows I flee; what flees I ever pursue.
The sordid meal of the Cynics contributed neither to their tranquillity nor to their modesty. Pride went with Diogenes into his tub; and there he had the presumption to command Alexander the haughtiest of all men.