Weekend Words: Cell

Giulio Romano, “The Prisoners” (1527-28). Fresco, Camera dei Venti, Palazzo del Tè, Mantua (image via Web Gallery of Art)

The Supreme Court has ruled 9-0 that your cell shouldn’t land you in a cell.

“Man, surrounded by facts, permitting himself no surmise, no intuitive flash, no great hypothesis, no risk, is in a locked cell. Ignorance cannot seal the mind and imagination more surely.”

—Lillian Smith

“Better build schoolrooms for ‘the boy,’
Than cells and gibbets for ‘the man.’”

—Eliza Cook, “A Song for the Ragged Schools”

“The intelligent man who is proud of his intelligence is like the condemned man who is proud of his large cell.”

—Simone Weil

“He [Hercule Poirot] tapped his forehead. ‘These little grey cells. Its is up to them.'”

—Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles

“It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.”

—Graham Greene

“There is but an inch of difference between a cushioned chamber and a padded cell.”

—Gilbert K. Chesterton

“Women have no wilderness in them,
They are provident instead,
Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts
To eat dusty bread.”

—Louise Bogan, “Women”

“Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.”

—Eugene O’Neill

“Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree’s shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.”

—Thomas Gray, “Elegy Written in an Country Churchyard”

“I’m going to put on my gravestone, ‘He never owned a cell phone.’”

—Jesse Ventura

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