28 Quotes by E.R. Eddison

The sun stooped to the western waves, entering his bath of blood-red fire. He sank, and all the ways were darkened.

Are ye ta'en with the swindle or the turn-sickness? Or are ye out of your wits?

But because day at her dawning hours hath so bewitched me, must I yet love her when glutted with triumph she settles to garish noon? . . . Who dares call me turncoat, who do but follow now as I have followed this rare wisdom all my days: to love the sunrise and the sundown and the morning and the evening star.

Drunkenness is better for the body than physic! Drink always, and you shall never die!

Surely time past is gone by like a shadow.

Thunder and blood and night must usurp our parts, to complete and make up the catastrophe of this great piece.

These things hath Fate brought to pass, and we be but Fate's whipping-tops bandied what way she will.

This last best luck of all: that earth should gape for me when my great deeds were ended.

Where were all heroical parts but in Helteranius? and a man might make a garment for the moon sooner than fit the o'erleaping actions of great Jalcanaius, who now leaveth but his body to bedung that earth that was lately shaken at his terror. I have waded in red blood to the knee; and in this hour, in my old years, the world is become for me a vision only and a mock-show.