Paul Eldridge
Paul Eldridge
Paul Eldridgewas an American poet, novelist, short story writer and teacher. The son of Leon and Jeanette Eldridge, he was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on May 5, 1888. He later married a fellow writer, Sylvette de Lamar. He received his B.S. from Temple University in 1909, his M.A. from the University of Pennsylvania in 1911, and a doctorate from the University of Paris in 1913. He was a teacher of romance languages at the high school level in New York...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionEducator
CountryUnited States of America
jealousy passion love-is
Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.
discovery sole claims
There are those whose sole claim to profundity is the discovery of exceptions to the rules.
gold consumerism avarice
Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.
trials crime gallows
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
quotation-marks theft bigs
Authors hide their big thefts by putting small ones between quotation marks.
transformation silent footnotes
History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.
necklaces nooses
Many a necklace becomes a noose.
stuff aphorism endeavor
We endeavor to stuff the universe into the gullet of an aphorism.
objectivity ornaments saws
We hew and saw and plane facts to make them dovetail with our prejudices, so that they become mere ornaments with which to parade our objectivity.
tombstone life-and-death littles
Having read the inscriptions upon the tombstones of the great and little cemeteries, Wang Peng advised the Emperor to kill all the living and resurrect the dead.
men ideas ready
Man is ready to die for an idea, provided that idea is not quite clear to him.
men creative foolish
It is not true that men prefer foolish women. Rather they prefer women who can simulate foolishness whenever necessary, which is the very core of intelligence.
past bird triumph
Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.
forgiveness genius stones
With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.