It seems to me that this is the true test for poetry: - that it should go beneath experience, as prose can never do, and awaken an apprehension of things we have never, and can never, know in the actuality. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
When this immediate evil power has been defeated, we shall not yet have won the long battle with the elemental barbarities. Another Hitler, it may be an invisible adversary, will attempt, again, and yet again, to destroy our frail civilization.… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
I have watchedmany literary fashions shoot up and blossom, and then fade and drop… Yet with the many that I have seen comeand go,… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
The attraction of horror is a mental, or even an intellectual, excitement, but the fascination of the repulsive, so noticeable incontemporary writing, can spring… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
I was always a feminist, for I liked intellectual revolt as much as I disliked physical violence. On the whole, I think women havelost… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
Although the primitive in art may be both interesting and impressive, as portrayed in American fiction it is conspicuous for dullness alone. Drab persons… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
Do you know there is always a barrier between me and any man or woman who does not like dogs? — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
there are times when life surprises one, and anything may happen, even what one had hoped for. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering. — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
...I had grown up in a world that was dominated by immature age. Not by vigorous immaturity, but by immaturity that was old and… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
I hated the things they believe in, the things they so innocently and charmingly pretended. I hated the sanctimonious piety that let people hurt… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
