“As it recurred again and again, it set me thinking of what my architect's books say about the custom in early times to consecrate the choir as soon as it was built, and that the nave, being finished sometimes half… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share
“Unsavoury as it is below, there is cheerfulness, and comfort, and hard, honest work above. ("In The Court Of The Dragon")” — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“He had no ears. The artificial ones, which now stood out at an angle from the fine wire, were his one weakness. They were… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“A spring sun was shining on the rue St. Honore, as I ran down the church steps. On one corner stood a barrow full of yellow jonquils, pale violets from the Riviera, dark Russian violets, and white Roman hyacinths in a golden cloud of mimosa. The street was full of Sunday pleasure-seekers. I swung my cane and laughed with the… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share
“The ambition of Caesar and of Napoleon pales before that which could not rest until it had seized the minds of men and controlled… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through.” (The Yellow Sign)” — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“It is possible that his curiosity was piqued, for with the exception of a hen-turkey, a boy of nineteen is the most openly curious… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“for I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now.” — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“Why should the Mass of Sainte Cécile bend my thoughts wandering among caverns whose walls blaze with ragged masses of virgin silver? What was it in the roar and turmoil of Broadway at six o'clock that flashed before my eyes the picture of a still Breton forest where sunlight filtered through spring foliage and Sylvia bent, half curiously, half tenderly,… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share
“The people faded away, the arches, the vaulted roof vanished. I raised my seared eyes to the fathomless glare; and I saw the black… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“It is well known how the book spread like an infectious disease, from city to city, from continent to continent, barred out here, confiscated there, denounced by press and pulpit, censured even by the most advanced of literary anarchists. No definite principles had been violated in those wicked pages, no doctrine promulgated, no convictions outraged. It could not be judged… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share
“As it recurred again and again, it set me thinking of what my architect's books say about the custom in early times to consecrate the choir as soon as it was built, and that the nave, being finished sometimes half a century later, often did not get any blessing at all: I wondered idly if that had been the case… — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share
