Thomas Wolfe
Thomas Wolfe
Thomas Clayton Wolfewas an American novelist of the early twentieth century...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth3 October 1900
CityAsheville, NC
CountryUnited States of America
art culture art-and-culture
Culture is the arts elevated to a set of beliefs.
brooklyn knows
Only the dead know Brooklyn.
apples tree singing
And who shall say--whatever disenchantment follows--that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold?
struggle reality unity
The mountains were his masters. They rimmed in life. They were the cup of reality, beyond growth, beyond struggle and death. They were his absolute unity in the midst of eternal change.
eye men towns
...he was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he had left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.
writing done pieces
What I had to face, the very bitter lesson that everyone who wants to write has got to learn, was that a thing may in itself be the finest piece of writing one has ever done, and yet have absolutely no place in the manuscript one hopes to publish.
lonely loneliness being-alone
Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.
strong men mad
A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing.
wind ghost lost
O lost, And by the wind grieved, Ghost, Come back again.
home night land
Something has spoken to me in the night...and told me that I shall die, I know not where. Saying: "[Death is] to lose the earth you know for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth.
army hypocrisy navy
Making the world safe for hypocrisy.
heart night men
There came to him an image of man’s whole life upon the earth. It seemed to him that all man’s life was like a tiny spurt of flame that blazed out briefly in an illimitable and terrifying darkness, and that all man’s grandeur, tragic dignity, his heroic glory, came from the brevity and smallness of this flame. He knew his life was little and would be extinguished, and that only darkness was immense and everlasting. And he knew that he would die with defiance on his lips, and that the shout of his denial would ring with the last pulsing of his heart into the maw of all-engulfing night.
memories home dark
...the dark ancestral cave, the womb from which mankind emerged into the light, forever pulls one back - but...you can't go home again...you can't go...back home to the escapes of Time and Memory. You Can't Go Home Again
philosophy reality men
[T]he essence of belief is doubt, the essence of reality is questioning. The essence of Time is Flow, not Fix. The essence of faith is the knowledge that all flows and that everything must change. The growing man is Man Alive, and his "philosophy" must grow, must flow, with him. . . . the man too fixed today, unfixed tomorrow - and his body of beliefs is nothing but a series of fixations.