“Humanity, let us say, is like people packed in an automobile which is traveling downhill without lights at terrific speed and driven by a four-year-old child. The signposts along the way are all marked 'Progress.” — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Humanity, let us say, is like people packed in an automobile which is traveling downhill without lights at terrific speed and driven by a… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
It was the hour when gauze-winged insects are born that only live for a day. — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
If one who looked from a tower for a new star, watching for years the same part of the sky, suddenly saw it (quite… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
I have lived to see that being seventeen is no protection against becoming seventy, but to know this needs the experience of a lifetime,… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Then said Fate to Chance: "Let us play our old game again." And they played it again together, using the gods as pieces, as… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
Modern poets are bells of lead. They should tinkle melodiously but usually they just klunk. — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Nobody can tell you about that sword all that there is to be told of it; for those that know of those paths of… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“It is vey difficult to draw away from the face of God—it is like a warm fire, it is like dear sleep, it is… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“And the sword that had visited Earth from so far away smote like the falling of thunderbolts; and green sparks rose from the armour,… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“For a while, O King, the gods had sought to solve the riddles of Time, for a while They made him Their slave, and… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“...she gave thanks to the images of the stars for the joy she had had of the night, when the constellations shone in their… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Fame as she walked at evening in a city saw the painted face of Notoriety flaunting beneath a gas-lamp, and many kneeled unto her… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“The gardener hath gathered up this autumn's leaves. Who shall see them again, or who wot of them? And who shall say what hath… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
There is no beauty or romance or mystery in the sea except for the men that sail abroad upon it, and those who stay… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
