 | George Santayana - 1900 - 312 ページ
...controlling the waves, which toss for ever in spite of our ability 'to ride over them to our chosen ends. Sanity is a madness put to good uses ; waking life is a dream controlled. Out of the neglected riches of this dream the poet fetches his wares. He dips into the chaos that underlies... | |
 | George Santayana - 1920 - 358 ページ
...controlling the waves, which toss for ever in spite of our ability to ride over them to our chosen ends. Sanity is a madness put to good uses ; waking life is a dream controlled. Out of the neglected riches of this dream the poet fetches his wares. He dips into the chaos that underlies... | |
 | Christopher Morley - 1921 - 376 ページ
...controlling the waves, which toss forever in spite of our ability to ride over them to our chosen ends. Sanity is a madness put to good uses ; waking life is a dream controlled. Out of the neglected riches of this dream the poet fetches his wares. He dips into the chaos that underlies... | |
 | Christopher Morley - 1921 - 376 ページ
...controlling the waves, which toss forever in spite of our ability to ride over them to our chosen ends. Sanity is a madness put to good uses ; waking life is a dream controlled. Out of the neglected riches of this dream the poet fetches his wares. He dips into the chaos that underlies... | |
 | Christopher Morley - 1921 - 370 ページ
...controlling the waves, which toss forever in spite of our ability to ride over them to our chosen ends. Sanity is a madness put to good uses ; waking life is a dream controlled. Out of the neglected riches of this dream the poet fetches his wares. He dips into the chaos that underlies... | |
 | Logan Pearsall Smith - 1928 - 280 ページ
...futile and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together. Santayana, V. SANITY is a madness put to good uses; waking life is a dream controlled. Ibid., E, 146. LIFE consists in what a man is thinking of all day. Emerson, J, VII, 319. A MAN cannot... | |
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Sanity is a madness put to good uses ; waking life is a dream controlled. Out of the neglected riches of this dream the poet fetches his wares. He dips into the chaos that underlies the rational shell of the world and brings up some superfluous image,... 