What did Alphonse de Lamartine mean by: Ink is the transcript of thought. - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France Copy
+ He, who can create, abhors destruction. Feraz Zeid, June 28, 2023December 12, 2023, Alphonse de Lamartine, Destruction, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Ah! let us love, my Love, for Time is heartless, Be happy while you may! Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alphonse de Lamartine, Heartless, Time, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Utopias are often just premature truths. Feraz Zeid, June 24, 2023December 12, 2023, Alphonse de Lamartine, Utopia, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ My dog! the difference between thee and me knows only our Creator. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alphonse de Lamartine, Difference, Dog, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Radicalism is but the desperation of logic. Feraz Zeid, September 15, 2023December 24, 2023, Alphonse de Lamartine, Desperation, Logic, Radicalism, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Brutality to an animal is cruelty to mankind – it is only the difference in the victim. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alphonse de Lamartine, Animal, Brutal, Difference, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Joy is a flame which association alone can keep alive, and which goes out unless communicated. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alphonse de Lamartine, Alive, Flames, Joy, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alphonse de Lamartine, Heaven, Nature, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink. - Jack Kerouac Writer · USA
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot, And when fate writ my name it made a blot. - Henry Fielding
I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood. - George R. R. Martin
I prefer the pen. There is something elemental about the glide and flow of nib and ink on paper. - James Robertson Author · Scotland
At some unnoticed moment, I began to understand that a life is written in indelible ink. - Jane Hirshfield Poet · USA
I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks. - Janet Flanner Journalist · USA