Children are the root of all evil.... Happy the man who has his quiver empty. William John Locke More Quotes by William John Locke More Quotes From William John Locke I can tell you how to get what you want: You've just got to keep a thing in view and go for it and never let your eyes wander to right or left or up or down. And looking back is fatal. William John Locke eye views want What is a logical mind?... It is the antiseptic which destroys the bacilli of unreason whereby true happiness is vivified. William John Locke true-happiness logic mind In France the men all live in cafes, the children are all put out to nurse, and the women, saving the respect of mademoiselle -- well, the less said about them the better. William John Locke nurse men children Women are women and can't help themselves. William John Locke women helping Women are cats ... and love to scratch even those they're fond of. Sometimes the more they love them the harder they scratch. William John Locke women cat and-love Don't be a genius, my son, it isn't good for anybody. William John Locke my-son genius son If you love a Dream Woman ... let her stay the divine Woman of the Dream. To awaken and clasp flesh and blood, no matter how delicately tender, and find that love has sped at the dawn is a misery too deep for tears. William John Locke tears dream blood I think love is serious. It's like an invention: sometimes it lies deep down inside you, great and quiet--and at other times it racks you and keeps you from sleeping. William John Locke sleep love-is lying The only cure for loss of illusions is fresh illusions, more illusions, and always illusions. William John Locke illusion cures loss Our happiness is made up of the things we miss. William John Locke missing made It is not cheerful for a girl to discover within twenty-four hours of her wedding that her husband is a hopeless drunkard, and to see him die of delirium tremens within six weeks. An experience so vivid, like lightning must blast something in a woman's conception of life. Because one man's kisses reeked of whisky the kisses of all male humanity were anathema. William John Locke kissing husband girl I hold in my hands the very soul of a man. What more dare a woman ask of the high gods? William John Locke soul men hands Any human love a man gets he can make fill his life. It's like the grain of mustard-seed. William John Locke mustard-seed grain men No matter through what realms of the fantastic you may travel, you arrive inevitably at the commonplace. William John Locke fantastic matter may I believe half of the unhappiness in life comes from people being afraid to go straight at things. William John Locke army courage believe Life is too transcendentally humorous for a man not to take it seriously. Compared with it, Death is but a shallow jest. William John Locke humorous men life The only remedy against the malady of life is life itself. The bane is its own antidote. William John Locke antidote remedy life Life is droll. It has no common sense. It is the game of a mountebank. William John Locke common-sense games life As I enter on the path of happiness, I scatter the dregs and shreds and clippings of the past behind me. I divest myself of all the crapulous years. William John Locke path past years To read of human depravity in the police reports is one thing, to see it fall like a black shadow across one's life is another. William John Locke police black fall
