Stacy Aumonier famous quotes

Memory, with its fugitive adjustments, is the merciful veil to the grim enactments of the first law. It hides the anguish in the human heart which is always craving for perpetuity.
-- Stacy Aumonier

#Memories #Heart #Law

Women are like those blinkin' little Greek islands, places to call at but not to stay.
-- Stacy Aumonier

#Women #Islands #Greek

The basic trouble is that people make statements without sufficient data.
-- Stacy Aumonier

#Data #People #Trouble

If memory survived eternally, then indeed there might be justification for a belief in hell.
-- Stacy Aumonier

#Memories #Might #Belief

Unless you are a Bernard Shaw you find a preface a most embarrassing business.
-- Stacy Aumonier

#Bernard Shaw #Embarrassing

Tradition is a fine thing. Nothing comes out of the blue, except perhaps thunderbolts and they are not really very useful things.
-- Stacy Aumonier

#Blue #Tradition #Fine Things

It is always easier to be an epicure of a small repast than of a banquet.
-- Stacy Aumonier

#Easier #Banquets

One lives everything down in time.
-- Stacy Aumonier

#Time

This is the most precious gift anyone has ever received. You gave me back a memory that I will cherish forever. You gave me something from my grandma I didn't know I had. And you kept it and it lef you back to mme. It gave me you'' I felt a wetness in my eyes and I blinked confused from the strange sensation. A small trickle of water rand down my cheek. I stared into the darkness as I held Pagan in my arms in amazement Death had just shed a tear.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

Holiness of heart and life. This is not the perfection of the human nature, but the holiness of the divine nature dwelling within.

I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.

With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.

A poem generated by its own laws may be unrealized and bad in terms of so-called objective principles of taste, judgement, deduction.

Each poem in becoming generates the laws by which it is generated: extensions of the laws to other poems never completely take.

The principle of Parliamentary sovereignty means neither more nor less than this, namely, that Parliament thus defined has, under the English constitution, the right to make or unmake any law whatever; and, further, that no person or body is recognised by the law of England as having a right to override or set aside the legislation of Parliament.

Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.

How accurately can the law fix the crime? There has to be a mechanism for very fast action. The law is like this: catch them and punish them.