1915

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

T.S. Eliot

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock · 1915

★ 7.1

Truth is the first casualty in war.

Ethel Snowden

Women and War · 1915

★ 6.9

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or reverie, he had heard their tale before.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 6.9

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky.

T.S. Eliot

1915

★ 5.5

Novel · Modernist literature

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man · 1915

★ 5.4

Our whole duty, for the present, at any rate, is summed up in this motto, "America first."

When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

1915

★ 4.5

Novel · Modernist literature

Franz Kafka

The Metamorphosis · 1915

★ 3.8

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 3.7

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

Of Human Bondage · 1915

★ 3.7

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.

The Song of the Lark · 1915

★ 3.7

No nation is fit to sit in judgment upon any other nation.

1915

★ 3.7

It might be that to surrender to happiness was to accept defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories.

Of Human Bondage · 1915

★ 3.6

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again-but it finds a tougher surface.

The Song of the Lark · 1915

★ 3.6

These be Three silent things: The falling snow... The hour Before the dawn... The mouth of one Just dead.

Adelaide Crapsey

1915

★ 3.5

The dragon-green, the luminous, the dark, the serpent-haunted sea.

James Elroy Flecker

1915

★ 3.5

Pamphlet · Political literature

The worker is the slave of capitalist society, the female worker is the slave of that slave.

James Connolly

1915

★ 3.5

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.

John McCrae

In Flanders Fields · 1915

★ 3.5

It is a curious thing, do you know, Cranly said dispassionately, how your mind is supersaturated with the religion in which you say you disbelieve.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 2.0

People ask you for criticism, but they only want praise.

1915

★ 2.0

I tell you, there is such a thing as creative hate!

The Song of the Lark · 1915

★ 2.0

We have stood apart, studiously neutral.

The war has used up words.

1915

★ 2.0

Interview · Newspaper

Henry James

1915

★ 1.9

I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use—silence, exile and cunning.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 1.9

When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

The Egoist · 1915

★ 1.9

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo....

The Egoist · 1915

★ 1.9

Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one's mind.

Of Human Bondage · 1915

★ 1.9

Money is like a sixth sense without which you cannot make a complete use of the other five.

Of Human Bondage · 1915

★ 1.9

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing-desire.

The Song of the Lark · 1915

★ 1.9

There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism...The one absolutely certain way of bringing this nation to ruin, of preventing all possibility of its continuing to be a nation at all, would be to permit it to become a tangle of squabbling nationalities.

Theodore Roosevelt

1915

★ 1.9

It created in this country what had never existed before-a national consciousness. It was not the salvation of the Union; it was the rebirth of the Union.

1915

★ 1.9

War is hell, and all that, but it has a good deal to recommend it. It wipes out all the small nuisances of peace-time.

Ian Hay

1915

★ 1.8