a self-made martyr is a poor thing. Ellen Glasgow More Quotes by Ellen Glasgow More Quotes From Ellen Glasgow The truth is I've got the land on my back, an' it's drivin' me. Land is a hard driver. Ellen Glasgow drivers truth-is land And where was happiness if it sprung not from the soil? Where contentment if it dwelt not near to Nature? Ellen Glasgow contentment nature land Nothing, except the weather report or a general maxim of conduct, is so unsafe to rely upon as a theory of fiction. Ellen Glasgow rely-upon weather fiction to be honest and yet popular is almost as difficult in literature as it is in life. Ellen Glasgow being-honest honest literature Evidently, whatever else marriage might prevent, it was not a remedy for isolation of spirit. Ellen Glasgow isolation spirit might marriage is mostly puttin' up with things, I reckon, when it ain't makin' believe. Ellen Glasgow believe What a man marries for's hard to tell ... an' what a woman marries for's past findin' out. Ellen Glasgow hard men past One cannot lay a foundation by scattering stones, nor is a reputation for good work to be got by strewing volumes about the world. Ellen Glasgow foundation focus world for my own purpose, I defined the art of fiction as experience illuminated. Ellen Glasgow purpose fiction art Dignity is an anachronism. Ellen Glasgow anachronism dignity I revolted from sentimentality, less because it was false than because it was cruel. Ellen Glasgow sentimentality sentimental Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material? Ellen Glasgow mere materials ends There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under the skins. Ellen Glasgow fun men children Spring was running in a thin green flame over the valley. Ellen Glasgow flames spring running To seize the flying thought before it escapes us is our only touch with reality. Ellen Glasgow flying reality ideas Cruelty is the only sin. Ellen Glasgow cruelty sin Youth is the season of tragedy and despair. Youth is the time when one's whole life is entangled in a web of identity, in a perpetual maze of seeking and of finding, of passion and of disillusion, of vague longings and of nameless griefs, of pity that is a blade in the heart, and of 'all the little emptiness of love. Ellen Glasgow passion grief heart the old alone have finality. What is true of the young today may be false tomorrow. They are enveloped in emotion; and emotion as a state of being is fluent and evanescent. Ellen Glasgow emotion may today anger and jealousy are spasms of the nerves, not of the heart. Ellen Glasgow jealousy anger heart Few forms of life are so engaging as birds. Ellen Glasgow engaging form bird
