Herodotus, The Histories, 440 BCE
It is said that as many days as there are in the whole journey, so many are the men and horses that stand along the road, each horse and man at the interval of a day’s journey; and these are stayed neither by snow nor rain nor heat nor darkness from accomplishing their appointed course with all speed.
Parker had never before felt the least motion of wonder in himself. Until he saw the man at the fair, it did not enter his head that there was anything out of the ordinary about the fact that he existed. Even then it did not enter his head, but a peculiar unease settled in him. It was as if a blind boy had been turned so gently in a different direction that he did not know his destination had been changed.
Flannery O’Connor, “Parker’s Back,” 1965
The light was on in Norton’s room but the bed was empty. He turned and dashed up the attic stairs and at the top reeled back like a man on the edge of a pit. The tripod had fallen and the telescope lay on the floor. A few feet over it, the child hung in the jungle of shadows, just below the beam from which he had launched his flight into space.
This is not my boy,” he said. “I never seen him before.” He felt Nelson’s fingers fall out of his flesh. The women dropped back, staring at him with horror, as if they were so repulsed by a man who would deny his own image and likeness that they could not bear to lay hands on him. Mr. Head walked on, through a space they silently cleared, and left. Nelson behind. Ahead of him he saw nothing but a hollow tunnel that had once been the street.
Flannery O’Connor, “The Artificial Nigger,” 1955
Lady, a man is divided into two parts, body and spirit. ... The body, lady, is like a house: it don’t go anywhere; but the spirit, lady, is like a automobile: always on the move, always.
He said that a man had to escape to the country to see the world whole and that he wished he lived in a desolate place like this where he could see the sun go down every evening like God made it to do.
'Lady,' he said, 'people don’t care how they lie. Maybe the best I can tell you is, I’m a man; but listen lady,' he said and paused and made his tone more ominous still, 'what is a man?'
'You got a secret need,' the blind man said. 'Them that know Jesus once can't escape Him in the end.'
'I ain't never known Him,' Haze said.
'You got a least knowledge,' the blind man said. 'That's enough. You know His name and you're marked. If Jesus has marked you there ain't nothing you can do about it. Them that have knowledge can't swap it for ignorance.'
Flannery O’Connor, “The Peeler,” 1949
The darkness was hollow around him and through its depth, animal cries wailed and mingled with the beats pounding in his throat.
Flannery O’Connor, “Wildcat,” 1947
Men who use ideas without measuring them are walking on wind.
Flannery O’Connor, “The Barber,” 1947
He was the man in the house and he did the things a man in the house was supposed to do. It was a dull occupation at night when the old girls crabbed and crocheted in the parlor and the man in the house had to listen and judge sparrow-like wars that rasped and twittered intermittently.
Flannery O’Connor, “The Geranium,” 1946
Didn't some wise man define a classic as a book that does not stay out of print?
Flannery O’Connor, “Letter to Robert Giroux,” 1955
Tell me about a complicated man.
Muse, tell me how he wandered and was lost
when he had wrecked the holy town of Troy,
and where he went, and who he met, the pain
he suffered in the storms at sea, and how
he worked to save his life and bring his men
back home. He failed to keep them safe; poor fools,
they ate the Sun God’s cattle, and the god
kept them from home. Now goddess, child of Zeus,
tell the old story for our modern times.
Find the beginning.
Emily Wilson vs. Homer, The Odyssey, 2017
The ‘Iliad’ is a poem about force; the ‘Odyssey’ is a poem about the triumph of the mind over force.
Guy Davenport in Wyatt Mason, “On Homer,” c. 1980
The mutually contradictory properties of the Russian people may be set out thus: despotism, the hypertrophy of the State, and on the other hand anarchism and license: cruelty, a disposition to violence, and again kindliness, humanity and gentleness: a belief in rites and ceremonies, but also a quest for truth: individualism, a heightened consciousness of personality, together with an impersonal collectivism: nationalism, laudation of self; and universalism, the ideal of the universal man: an eschatological messianic spirit of religion, and a devotion which finds its expression in externals: a search for God, and a militant godlessness: humility and arrogance: slavery and revolt. But never has Russia been bourgeois.
Nikolai Berdyaev in Daniel Van der Velden and Vinca Kruk of Metahaven, “On Transparency and Propaganda,” 2017
That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.
William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying, 1930
If man has no need for the machine to live in his natural environment, he needs the machine to survive in a hostile one. Now, during combat, the surface of the Earth became uninhabitable and the simplest of gestures became impossible.
Paul Virilio, Bunker Archaeology, 1975