Best 23 quotes of William Mcfee on MyQuotes

An Englishman never takes his collar off when he is writing. How can you expect him to show you his soul?

A trouble is a trouble, and the general idea, in the country, is to treat it as such, rather than to snatch the knotted cords from the hand of God and deal out murderous blows.

A young man must let his ideas grow, not be continually rooting them up to see how they are getting on.

Fear, born of the stern matron Responsibility, sits on one's shoulders like some heavy imp of darkness, and one is preoccupied and, possibly, cantankerous.

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.

It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold.

It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark.

It may be that, while we plodding realists go on, for ever preoccupied with our daily chores, abstracting a microscopic pleasure from each microscopic duty, your true romantic has the truer vision, and beholds, afar off, in all its lurid splendour and terrible proportions, the piquant adventure we call life.

One must choose between obscurity with efficiency, and fame with its inevitable collateral of bluff.

People don't ever seem to realize that doing what's right, writes no guarantee against misfortune.

The artist in his teens who is happy is a charlatan. Life comes bursting in all around lis too suddenly, too crudely, too cruelly, for happiness.

The artist isn't particularly keen on getting a thing done, as you call it. He gets his pleasure out of doing it, playing with it, fooling with it, if you like. The mere completion of it is an incident.

There are some men whom a staggering emotional shock, so far from making them mental invalids for life, seems, on the other hand, to awaken, to galvanize, to arouse into an almost incredible activity of soul.

There is far too much talk of love and grief benumbing the faculties, turning the hair gray, and destroying a man's interest in his work. Grief has made many a man look younger.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

There is nothing like a start, and being born, however pessimistic one may become in later years, is undeniably a start.

The wives who are not deserted, but who have to feed and clothe and comfort and scold and advise, are the true objects of commiseration; wives whose existence is given over to a ceaseless vigil of cantankerous affection.

The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.

The world is not interested in the storms you encountered, but did you bring in the ship?

The worldly relations of men and women often form an equation that cancels out without warning when some insignificant factor has been added to either side.

Wives invariably flourish when deserted; ... it is the deserting male, the reckless idealist rushing about the world seeking a non-existent felicity, who often ends in disaster.

Woman dwell always in the palace of unpalatable truth and never by any chance is there a magic talisman to save them from their destiny. Speech is their ultimate need. We men exist for them only in so far as we can be described.

That is my rule of life. If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow. Do you remember Henley's magnificent lines? 'Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.' ? That is my gospel. What do you think of it?