There is a strange and mighty race of people called the Americans who are rapidly becoming the coldest in the world because… — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain. — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
It is very perplexing how an intrepid frontier people, who fought a wilderness, floods, tornadoes, and the Rockies, cower before criticism, which… — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
Those who write for lucre or fame are grosser than the cartel robbers, for they steal the genius of the people, which… — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
No people require maxims so much as the American. The reason is obvious: the country is so vast, the people always going… — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize… — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
A painter can hang his pictures, but a writer can only hang himself. — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks. — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, and all our specious… — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
Ambition is a Dead Sea fruit, and the greatest peril to the soul is that one is likely to get precisely what he is… — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
The ancients understood the regulation of power better than the regulation of liberty. — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
We are always talking about being together, and yet whatever we invent destroys the family, and makes us wild, touchless beasts feeding on technicolor… — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
“Bosch is great because what he imagines in color can be translated into justice.” — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
Perhaps Samuel Johnson was a great man; he was certainly a drumbling one. — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
What is most appalling in an F. Scott Fitzgerald book is that it is peopleless fiction: Fitzgerald writes about spectral, muscledsuits; dresses, hats, and… — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
Though man is the only beast that can write, he has small reason to be proud of it. When he utters something that is… — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
“Nobody heard her tears; the heart is a fountain of weeping water which makes no noise in the world.” — Edward Dahlberg Copy Share Image
