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• The disposition to give a cup of cold water to a disciple is a far nobler property than the finest intellect. Satan has a fine intellect, but not the image of God.

  William Dean Howells

  Giving, Water, Cups

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• There will presently be no room in the world for things; it will be filled up with the advertisements of things.

  William Dean Howells

  Filled Up, World, Rooms

  William Dean Howells (2015). “Of Literature”, p.407, Simon and Schuster

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• Why art thou but a nest of gloom
  While the bobolinks are singing?

  William Dean Howells

  Art, Singing, Nests

  William Dean Howells (2015). “The Complete Works of William Dean Howells: 27 Novels & 40+ Short Stories, Including Plays, Poems, Travel Sketches, Historical Works & Autobiography (Illustrated): Christmas Every Day, The Rise of Silas Lapham, A Traveler from Altruria, The Flight of Pony Baker, Venetian Life, Italian Journeys, Imaginary Interviews, A Boy's Town, Years of My Youth…”, p.6819, e-artnow

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• The wrecks of slavery are fast growing a fungus crop of sentiment.

  William Dean Howells

  Growing, Slavery, Wrecks

  William Dean Howells (1872). “Their Wedding Journey”, p.154

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• Preach the blessings of our deeply incorporated civilization by the mouths of our eight-inch guns.

  William Dean Howells

  Blessing, Gun, Eight

  William Dean Howells (2015). “American Literary Centers: From 'Literature and Life'”, p.6, Simon and Schuster

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• Lord, for the erring thoughtNot into evil wrought:Lord, for the wicked willBetrayed and baffled still:For the heart from itself kept,Our thanksgiving accept.

  William Dean Howells

  Thanksgiving, Heart, Evil

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• The mortality of all inanimate things is terrible to me, but that of books most of all.

  William Dean Howells

  Book, Reading, Inanimate Objects

  William Dean Howells, Edwin Harrison Cady (1983). “A Selected Edition of W. D. Howells”

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• We are creatures of the moment; we live from one little space to another, and only one interest at a time fills these.

  William Dean Howells

  Space, Live In The Moment, Littles

  William Dean Howells (2015). “William Dean Howells - Premium Collection: 27 Novels in One Volume (Illustrated): The Rise of Silas Lapham, A Traveler from Altruria, Through the Eye of the Needle, An Open-Eyed Conspiracy, Indian Summer, The Flight of Pony Baker, A Hazard of New Fortunes, Ragged Lady & many more”, p.5299, e-artnow

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• n artistic atmosphere does not create artists a literary atmosphere does not create literators; poets and painters spring up where there was never a verse made or a picture seen. This suggests that God is no more idle now than He was at the beginning, but that He is still and forever shaping the human chaos into the instruments and means of beauty.

  William Dean Howells

  Spring, Mean, Artist

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• It's a curious thing, this thing we call civilization...we think it is an affair of epochs, and nations. It's really an affair of individuals. One brother will be civilized and the other a barbarian...All civilization comes through literature now, especially in our country. A Greek got his civilization by talking and looking, and in some measure a Parisian may still do it. But we, who live remote from history and monuments, we must read or we must barbarise.

  William Dean Howells

  Country, Brother, Thinking

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• It is the curse of prosperity that it takes work away from us, and shuts that door to hope and health of spirit.

  William Dean Howells

  Hope, Doors, Expectations

  William Dean Howells (2015). “The Complete Works of William Dean Howells: 27 Novels & 40+ Short Stories, Including Plays, Poems, Travel Sketches, Historical Works & Autobiography (Illustrated): Christmas Every Day, The Rise of Silas Lapham, A Traveler from Altruria, The Flight of Pony Baker, Venetian Life, Italian Journeys, Imaginary Interviews, A Boy's Town, Years of My Youth…”, p.4259, e-artnow

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• How is it the great pieces of good luck fall to us?

  William Dean Howells

  Fall, Good Luck, Luck

  William Dean Howells (2015). “Of Literature”, p.301, Simon and Schuster

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• Lord, for the erring thought
  Not unto evil wrought:
  Lord, for the wicked will
  Betrayed, and baffled still:
  For the heart from itself kept,
  Our thanksgiving accept.
  For ignorant hopes that were
  Broken to our blind prayer:
  For pain, death, sorrow, sent
  Unto our chastisement:
  For all loss of seeming good,
  Quicken our gratitude.

  William Dean Howells

  Gratitude, Prayer, Pain

  William Dean Howells (2015). “Delphi Complete Works of William Dean Howells (Illustrated)”, p.9085, Delphi Classics

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• Christ and the life of Christ is at this moment inspiring the literature of the world as never before, and raising it up a witness against waste and want and war. It may confess Him, as in Tolstoi's work it does, or it may deny Him, but it cannot exclude Him; and in the degree that it ignores His spirit, modern literature is artistically inferior. In other words, all good literature is now Christmas literature.

  William Dean Howells

  War, Degrees, Doe

  William Dean Howells (1969). “The Friendly Fire”

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• The swelling and towering omnibuses, the huge trucks and wagons and carriages, the impetuous hansoms and the more sobered four-wheelers, the pony-carts, donkey-carts, hand-carts, and bicycles which fearlessly find their way amidst the turmoil, with foot-passengers winding in and out, and covering the sidewalks with their multitude, give the effect of a single monstrous organism, which writhes swiftly along the channel where it had run in the figure of a flood till you were tired of that metaphor. You are now a molecule of that vast organism.

  William Dean Howells

  Running, Tired, Science

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• Out of the fragrant heart of bloom, The bobolinks are singing; Out of the fragrant heart of bloom The apple-tree whispers to the room, "Why art thou but a nest of gloom While the bobolinks are singing?

  William Dean Howells

  Art, Apples, Tree

  William Dean Howells (2017). “Poems”, p.89, The Floating Press

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• I wonder why we hate the past so.

  William Dean Howells

  Hate, Past, History

  William Dean Howells (2015). “Of Literature”, p.199, Simon and Schuster

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