Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Quotes

We live in a world of guns, bombs and terror. To conquer hate seems a nigh-impossible task.

It was a night when London was ringed and stabbed with fire.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

I saw my hometown burning that day.

And this I hate—not men, nor flag nor race, But only War with its wild, grinning face.

Jesus Christ opposed with earnest eloquence the panic fears and hateful superstitions which have enslaved mankind for ages. Nations had risen against nations, employing the subtlest devices of mechanism and mind to waste, and excruciate, and overthrow. The great community of mankind had been subdivided into ten thousand communities, each organized for the ruin of the other. Wheel within wheel, the vast machine was instinct with the restless spirit of desolation.

We build a fire in a powder magazine, then double the fire department to put it out. We inflame wild beasts with the smell of blood, and then innocently wonder at the wave of brutal appetite that sweeps the land as a consequence.

Anger is an all-consuming fire that will burn you and everyone else around you. Where is the justice in that?

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.

Democracy, in its best state, is but the politics of Bedlam; while kept chained, its thoughts are frantic, but when it breaks loose, it kills the keeper, fires the building, and perishes.

Undressing her was an act of recklessness, a kind of vandalism, like releasing a zoo full of animals, or blowing up a dam.

Cause I lit him on fire,” I shrugged and brushed dust from my pants.

It was a pleasure to burn.

If everyone fought fire with fire, the whole world would go up in smoke.

Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

I hate every violent overthrow, because as much is destroyed as is gained by it.

I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.

So we get a plan," I said. "Any suggestions?" "Blow up the building," Kincaid said without looking up. "That works good for vampires. Then soak what's left in gasoline. Set it on fire. Then blow it all up again." "For future reference, I was sort of hoping for a suggestion that didn't sound like it came from that Bolshevik Muppet with all the dynamite.

It was hot, the night we burned Chrome.

Chip the glasses and crack the plates! / Blunt the knives and bend the forks! / That's what Bilbo Baggins hates.

In the face of the obscene, explicit malice of the jungle, which lacks only dinosaurs as punctuation, I feel like a half-finished, poorly expressed sentence in a cheap novel.

[9/11] was bloody-minded destruction for no other reason than to do it.