Best 14 quotes of Mark Beauregard on MyQuotes

Because I have eyes to see, as well, and if you continue to carry on so brazenly, others will be forced out of their blindness. You will end up tarred and feathered, or worse.

But how could such a great admiration be wrong ? How could it be a sin to wonder the halls of eachother’s imaginations together, discovering and building new rooms there ?

He felt a wave of optimism lift him up, a renewed faith that the world could deliver unanticipated wonders.

Hope is the best name in the world, because it is the best quality of the human mind.” “Is it?” “For me, it is. It’s all I have.

And now that Thanksgiving has passed, I will take a moonlight ramble through the woods – yes, the city has its culture and cafes, and the sea has its drama, but for now give me the fallen leaves and rolling hills and the smell of the earth after a rain! Give me that over all the operas on earth, so long as I can harpoon whales with my pen!

I have been considering the possibility that the facts that can be ascertained about this cheese fail to satisfy because the facts themselves mask a metaphysical truth that can be known only through the transcendent, poetic expression of the cheddar. That is, though the world itself can never truly be known, one might begin to know some truth about the world through a metaphysical cheese

I have just dine on a savory dish that I believe you will find delicious, and I am writing to commend it to you. I am calling it Hope.

I have negotiated with cannibals in foreign tongues and Arabian sea captains and French criminals. I have bartered with demons and angels! I am not about to let a country doctor take advantage of me.

Original sin is a very commercial idea,” said Duyckinck. “How do you think the Bible stays in print year after year?

There is mystery in everything,” Herman whispered, almost to himself. “And so there is poetry in everything. Even something as monstrous as a whale. But how to unlock its poetry.

... the simplicity of pure emotion saves one from the complicated thoughts that can lead to damnation.

This fever of longing is not love, he thought, it is the opposite of love. It is the separation from love that burns like the fires of hell.

This is how beauty must be, he thought, not pretty and safe but unbearable and blank and fierce with the horror of isolation.

When your appetite is sharpened by persistent failure and frosty despair, a warm bowl of Hope is just the thing to set your mind and spirit right.