minute quotes

There's a sucker born every minute.

- P(hineas) T(aylor) Barnum
Attributed.

I haven't the heart to take a minute from the men. The poor dears love it so.

- HattieWyatt Caraway
Explaining why she never made a speech during13 years as the first woman in the US Senate. Quoted in David Brinkley Washington Goes to War (1988).

To create is first of all to destroy†there is and can be no such thing as authentic art until the bons trucs (whereby we are taught to see and imitate on canvas and in stone and by words this so-called world) are entirely and

- e e pen name of  Edward Estlin Cummings cummings

  I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death.O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

-John Keats
  Letter to Fanny Brawne, 25  Jul.

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kingsnor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it. Andwhich is moreyou'll be a Man, my son!

- (Joseph) Rudyard Kipling
  Rewards and Fairies,'If'.

Let there pass A minute, ten, ten trillion; but the blaze Is infinite, eternal: this is death. To die and know it. This is the Black Widow, death.

- RobertTraill Spence,Jr Lowell
  'Mr Edwards and the Spider'.

   Enormous Changes at the Last Minute.

- Grace ne  e  Goodside Paley
  Title of story collection.

To burn a book is not to destroy it.One minute of darkness will not make us blind.

- (Ahmed) Salman Rushdie
  Book review in theWeekend Guardian,14^15 Oct.

The trouble with me is, I always have to read that stuff by myself. If an actor reads it out, I hardly listen. I keep worrying about whether he's going to do something phoney every minute.

-J(erome) D(avid) Salinger
  Of Hamlet.The Catcher in the Rye, ch.16.

The horse that comes from the road, The rider, the birds that range From cloud to tumbling cloud, Minute by minute they change; A shadow of cloud on the stream Changes minute by minute; A horse-hoof slides on the brim, And a horse plashes within it; The long-legged moor-hens dive, And hens to moor-cocks call; Minute by minute they live: The stone's in the midst of all.

-W(illiam) B(utler) Yeats
  'Easter1916', l.45^56. Collected in Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921).