WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE QUOTES II

novelist & playwright (1863-1930)

The measure of my success is the measure of my happiness.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

The Morals of Marcus Ordeyne

Tags: success


I can tell you at any rate how to get what you want. You've just got to keep a thing in view and go for it and never let your eye wander to right or left or up or down. And looking back is fatal--the truest thing in Scripture is about Lot's wife.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

Septimus


Women are cats ... and love to scratch even those they're fond of. Sometimes the more they love them the harder they scratch.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

Septimus

Tags: women


Life is droll. It has no common sense. It is the game of a mountebank.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

The Joyous Adventures of Aristide Pujol


It all depends whether hope is in front or behind you.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

The Usurper

Tags: hope


I believe half the unhappiness in life comes from people being afraid to go straight at things.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

Simon the Jester


What is a logical mind?... It is the antiseptic which destroys the bacilli of unreason whereby true happiness is vivified.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

The Morals of Marcus Ordeyne

Tags: logic


Beyond all the fires of love through which one passes there is the star of Duty, and happy the individual who can live in its serenity.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

The Morals of Marcus Ordeyne

Tags: duty


Sex is a queer and incalculable solvent of human confidence.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

Jaffery

Tags: sex


I'll lock the skeleton in its cupboard and throw away the key.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

Septimus


Don't be a genius, my son, it isn't good for anybody.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

The Beloved Vagabond

Tags: genius


I hold in my hands the very soul of a man. What more dare a woman ask of the high gods?

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

The Morals of Marcus Ordeyne


It is not cheerful for a girl to discover within twenty-four hours of her wedding that her husband is a hopeless drunkard, and to see him die of delirium tremens within six weeks. An experience so vivid, like lightning must blast something in a woman's conception of life. Because one man's kisses reeked of whisky the kisses of all male humanity were anathema.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

Septimus


My love is hopeless! I know it. But it will feed me to my dying day.

WILLIAM JOHN LOCKE

The Joyous Adventures of Aristide Pujol