Best 18 quotes of Richard Aldington on MyQuotes

Adventure is allowing the unexpected to happen to you. Exploration is experiencing what you have not experienced before. How can there be any adventure, any exploration, if you let somebody else - above all, a travel bureau - arrange everything before-hand?

A little common sense, goodwill, and a tiny dose of unselfishness could make this goodly earth into an earthly paradise.

All nations teach their children to be "patriotic", and abuse the other nations for fostering nationalism.

At night, the moon, a pregnant woman, walks cautiously over the slippery heavens.

By the sense of mystery I understand the experience of certain places and times when one's whole nature seems to be in touch with a presence, a genius loci, a potency.

Cats are like donkeys and camels, they won't ever quite give in to human tyranny, they won't try to imitate the human soul.

How on earth did it come about that all the things denounced in the Gospels are violently defended by the Christian sects?

I began to write what I called 'rhythms' ie unrhymed pieces with no formal metrical scheme where the rhythm was created by a kind if inner chant... Later I was told I was writing 'free verse' or Vers libre.

I dream of silent verses where the rhyme glides noiseless as an oar.

Millions of human vermin swarm sweating along the night-arched cavernous roads. (Happily rapid chemical processes will disintegrate them all.

No man who has managed to keep out of an office can be called a failure in life.

Patriotism is a lively sense of collective responsibility.

Such shame is not even skin deep. And as to forgetting, surely, you know that is Woman's First and Greatest Art?

We must grow out of religion. It is either bugaboo, formalism, or hysteria. Besides, what proof is there that "the churches" know more about "God" than the Cockney sentry on duty outside the camp? We have only their say-so.

But if I'm useless only because I haven't been properly educated, is that my fault?

In the twentieth century the women who wanted to be on their own were some of the best, the honest ones, those who instinctively rejected the trash. But here came a tragical dilemma. If they accepted Business and served it, they served the very thing from which they fled, and at best became imitation men. If they rejected Business and lived on allowances or incomes, they were in the anomalous position of hunting with the industrial hounds and running with the agricultural hare. An instinctive sense of this made many of them turn "artist." And so Europe was cluttered up with incompetent women "artists" -- not that a woman is incapable of being an artist, but because the assumed role provided an escape. Either situation was impossible, and the solution is not yet found.

The casualty lists went on appearing for a long time after the Armistice - last spasms of Europe's severed arteries.

We pass and leave you lying. No need for rhetoric, for funeral music, for melancholy bugle-calls. No need for tears now, no need for regret. We took our risk with you; you died and we live. We take your noble gift, salute for the last time those lines of pitiable crosses, those solitary mounds, those unknown graves, and turn to live our lives out as we may. Which of us were fortunate--who can tell? For you there is silence and cold twilight drooping in awful desolation over those motionless lands. For us sunlight and the sound of women's voices, song and hope and laughter, despair, gaiety, love--life. Lost terrible silent comrades, we, who might have died, salute you.