PlayAnd the wind shall say: "Here were decent godless people: Their only monument the asphalt road And a thousand lost golf balls."T.S. Eliot1934★ 6.9
PlayWhere is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?T.S. Eliot1934★ 6.9
NovelI don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night.F. Scott FitzgeraldTender is the Night · 1934★ 5.5
NovelOne writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.F. Scott FitzgeraldTender is the Night · 1934★ 5.4
PoemThe inward gates of a bird are always open. It does not know how to shut them. That is the secret of its song, But whether any man's are ajar is doubtful.Hugh MacDiarmid1934★ 5.0
PoemDo not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.Clare HarnerImmortality · 1934★ 4.5
Autobiography and memoirIn spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.Edith WhartonA Backward Glance · 1934★ 4.4
NovelI have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.Henry MillerTropic of Cancer · 1934★ 3.7
Song · Great American songbookIn olden days, a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking, But now, God knows, Anything goes.Cole PorterAnything Goes · 1934★ 3.5
Letter · MagazineAll good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was.Ernest HemingwayEsquire · 1934★ 2.8
EssayThe pursuit of scientific truth, detached from the practical interests of everyday life, ought to be treated as sacred by every government.Albert Einstein1934★ 2.0
Autobiography and memoirIt is by crawling on the face of it that one learns a country.Evelyn Waugh1934★ 1.9
Legal opinion · Legal writingAny one may so arrange his affairs that his taxes shall be as low as possible; he is not bound to choose that pattern which will best pay the Treasury.Learned HandHelvering v. Gregory · 1934★ 1.8
Historical literatureThe clock, not the steam-engine, is the key-machine of the modern industrial age.Lewis Mumford1934★ 1.8
PoemThe sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, A cloud comes over the sunlit arch, A wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.Robert Frost1934★ 1.8
AnthropologyThe life-history of the individual is first and foremost an accommodation to the patterns and standards traditionally handed down in his community. From the moment of his birth the customs into which he is born shape his experience and behavior. By the time he can talk, he is the little creature of his culture, and by the time he is grown and able to take part in its activities, its habits are his habits, its beliefs his beliefs, its impossibilities his impossibilities.Ruth BenedictPatterns of Culture · 1934★ 1.8
Historical literatureFor over against the convenience of instantaneous communication is the fact that the great economical abstractions of writing, reading, and drawing, the media of reflective thought and deliberate action, will be weakened.Lewis Mumford1934★ 1.7
NovelThe feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. Like when they say "As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end."Jean Rhys1934★ 0.9
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