One of the darkest evils of our world is surely the unteachable wildness of the Good
------H. G. Wells (1866-1946), British author. A Modern Utopia, ch. 2, sct. 6 (1905; repr. in The Works of H. G. Wells, vol. 9, 1925).
A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure
------Henry David Thoreau (1817-62), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers, "Sunday" (1849).
As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible
------Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. Opus Posthumous, "Adagia" (1959).