Hut Quotes
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Little I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone (A very plain brown stone will do), That I may call my own; And close at hand is such a one In yonder street that fronts the sun.
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Great works of art can be produced in barbarous societies in fact the very narrowness of primitive society gives their ornamental art a peculiar concentration and vitality. At some time in the ninth century one could have looked down the Seine and seen the prow of a Viking ship coming up the river. Looked at today in the British Museum, it is a powerful work of art; but to the mother of a family trying to settle down in her little hut, it would have seemed less agreeable as menacing to her civilisation as the periscope of a nuclear submarine.
kenneth clark— Civilisation, Chapter 1: "The Skin of Our Teeth" (1969)
I dreamed a place where I have come to dwell Cold Mountain says it all Monkeys scream, the valley fog is cold My door blends with the color of the peaks I gather leaves and thatch a hut among the pines Dig a pond and lead a trickle from the brook Long ago I left the world behind Eating ferns I pass the years in peace
hanshan— Cold Mountain Transcendental Poetry by the t'ang zen poet han-shan (2005, 2011), tr. Wandering Poet, ISBN 978-0-6151-6006-1 ISBN 0615160069 LOC Number 2007937840
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, IsLove, forgive us!cinders, ashes, dust; Love in a palace is perhaps at last More grievous torment than a hermit's fast.
john keats— 1820 Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and Other Poems, 'Lamia', pt.2, l.1-4.
If solid happiness we prize,Within our breast this jewel lies,And they are fools who roam.The world has nothing to bestow;From our own selves our joys must flow,And that dear hut, our home.
nathaniel cotton— The Fireside, stanza 3, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Could we forbear dispute, and practice love,We should agree as angels do above.Where love presides, not vice alone does findNo entrance there, hut virtues stay behind:Both faith, and hope, and all the meaner trainOf mortal virtues, at the door remain.Love only enters as a native there,For born in heav'n, it does but sojourn here.
Edmund Waller— Canto III.
Most people, it seems, think that Robinson Crusoe when he landed on his Island had nothing to keep him from starvation or anything else. As a matter of fact he had twelve raft loads of supplies that he took off the wrecked ship. He had as much food and furniture as if he had had a delicatessen store and Fifth Avenue outside his hut.
will cuppy— Will Cuppy (comic interview by Jo Ranson) (November 24, 1929). "Living from Can to Mouth". Brooklyn Eagle Magazine: 5.
He made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson Crusoe!
Samuel Foote— The Mayor of Garratt (1763, published 1764), Act i, Scene 1.
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust.
john keats— "Lamia", Pt. II, l. 1.
I never enjoyed life in my twenties, not one minute of it. It was a test of endurance that I'm surprised I survived. Professionally, of course, I was doing very well but personally it couldn't have been worse or more difficult for me if I'd been living in a mud hut in Leeds.
morrissey— from an interview with Q magazine (1995)
Everybody eats something But you won't eat me You won't get me on your plate Or have me over for tea Everybody lives somewhere Mud hut or igloo But what I got is the hottest spot And it's away from you
andy partridge— "Life is Good in the Greenhouse"
There is hardly a pioneer's hut which does not contain a few odd volumes of Shakespeare . I remember reading the feudal drama of Henry V for the first time in a log cabin.
alexis de tocqueville— Book One, Chapter XIII
Thought's a luxury. Do you think the peasant sits and thinks of God and democracy when he gets inside his mud hut at night?
— Graham Greene (1955) The Quiet American. p.119-20, cited in: "Quotes About Pragmatism" at goodreads.com, Accessed Jan 25, 2013
I divined and chose a distant place to dwell T'ien T'ai: what more is there to say? Monkeys cry where valley mists are cold My grass gate blends with the color of the crags I pick leaves to thatch a hut among the pines Scoop out a pond and lead a runnel from the spring By now I am used to doing without the world Picking ferns I pass the years that are left
— Cold Mountain: 100 Poems by the T'ang Poet Han-shan (1970), tr. Burton Watson, Columbia University Press, ISBN 0-231-03450-4
He made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson Crusoe!
Samuel Foote— Samuel Foote, Mayor of Garratt (1763, published 1764), Act I, scene 1.
If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home.
— The Fireside, stanza 3, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Though it is not always of necessity, nor perhaps here, to go upon the original foundation of a right of law, yet I will beg leave to observe, when we apply the maxim, that every man's house is his castle, we mean not to persuade the inhabiter of a poor hut, that it is provided with draw-bridges or portcullises, but only that it is under such sufficient protection as may provide for his security in a more pleasant, or perhaps, a better way that it is fortified by the law.
— Lord Mansfield, Lee v. Gansell (1774), Lofft. 378.
I divined and chose a distant place to dwell T'ien T'ai: what more is there to say? Monkeys cry where valley mists are cold My grass gate blends with the color of the crags I pick leaves to thatch a hut among the pines Scoop out a pond and lead a runnel from the spring By now I am used to doing without the world Picking ferns I pass the years that are left
han shan— Cold Mountain: 100 Poems by the T'ang Poet Han-shan (1970), tr. Burton Watson, Columbia University Press, ISBN 0-231-03450-4
