Christopher Morley

1890 - 1957

A Quote by Christopher Darlington Morley

Why do they put the Gideon Bibles only in the bedrooms, where its usually too late, and not in the barroom downstairs?

Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)

Source: Contribution to a Contribution

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A Quote by Christopher Darlington Morley

Chattering voltage like a broken wire The wild cicada cried, Six weeks to frost!

Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)

Source: End of August

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A Quote by Christopher Darlington Morley on good, learning, and life

There are three ingredients to the good life; learning, earning, and yearning.

Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)

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A Quote by Christopher Darlington Morley

There was so much handwriting on the wall That even the wall fell down.

Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)

Source: Around the Clock, 1943

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A Quote by Christopher Darlington Morley

A human being; and ingenious assembly of portable plumbing.

Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)

Source: Human Being, 1932, ch. 11

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A Quote by Christopher Darlington Morley on beauty, heart, and secrets

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)

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A Quote by Christopher Darlington Morley on books, mind, purpose, and thinking

The real purpose of books is to trap the mind into doing its own thinking.

Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)

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A Quote by Christopher Darlington Morley on future, kindness, life, men, and thinking

It will be a shock to men when they realize that thoughts that were fast enough for today are not fast enough for tomorrow. But thinking tomorrow's thoughts today is one kind of future life.

Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)

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A Quote by Christopher Darlington Morley on babies, compassion, generations, gratitude, heart, justice, life, men, sacrifice, time, understanding, and world

Standing by the crib of one's own baby, with that world - old pang of compassion and protectiveness toward this so little creature that has all its course to run, the heart flies back in yearning and gratitude to those who felt just so toward one's self. Then for the first time one understands the homely succession of sacrifices and pains by which life is transmitted and fostered down the stumbling generations of men.

Christopher Morley (1890 - 1957)

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