Brooks Atkinson Quotes That Are insightful, refined and influential

Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past.

Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.

Don't be condescending to unskilled labor. Try it for a half a day first.

In every age 'the good old days' were a myth.

No one ever thought they were good at the time. For every age has consisted of crises that seemed intolerable to the people who lived through them.

It seems not to have been written. It is the quintessence of life. It is the basic truth.

The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist, but the impulse it gives him to keep on looking - and looking.

This nation was built by men who took risks-pioneers who were not afraid of the wilderness, businessmen who were not afraid of failure, scientists who were not afraid of the truth, thinkers who were not afraid of progress, dreamers who were not afraid of action.

Say "Yes" to the seedlings and a giant forest cleaves the sky.

Say "Yes" to the universe and the planets become your neighbors. Say "Yes" to dreams of love and freedom. It is the password to utopia.

The humorous man recognizes that absolute purity, absolute justice, absolute logic and perfection are beyond human achievement and that men have been able to live happily for thousands of years in a state of genial frailty.

Every man with an idea has at least two or three followers.

Although birds coexist with us on this eroded planet, they live independently of us with a self-sufficiency that is almost a rebuke. In the world of birds a symposium on the purpose of life would be inconceivable. They do not need it. We are not that self-reliant. We are the ones who have lost our way.

We cheerfully assume that in some mystic way love conquers all, that good outweighs evil in the just balances of the universe and at the 11th hour something gloriously triumphant will prevent the worst before it happens.

The perfect bureaucrat everywhere is the man who manages to make no decisions and escape all responsibility.

It takes most men five years to recover from a college education, and to learn that poetry is as vital to thinking as knowledge.

People everywhere enjoy believing things that they know are not true.

It spares them the ordeal of thinking for themselves and taking responsibility for what they know.

We tolerate differences of opinion in people who are familiar to us.

But differences of opinion in people we do not know sound like heresy or plots.

Walking companions, like heroes, are difficult to pluck out of the crowd of acquaintances. Good dispositions, ready wit, friendly conversation serve well enough by the fireside but they prove insufficient in the field. For there you need transcendentalists-nothing less; you need poets, sages, humorists and natural philosophers.

There is a good deal of solemn cant about the common interests of capital and labor. As matters stand, their only common interest is that of cutting each others throat.

Life is seldom as unendurable as, to judge by the facts, it logically ought to be.

In the ideal sense nothing is uninteresting; there are only uninterested people.

I have no objections to churches so long as they do not interfere with God's work.

Materialism is decadent and degenerate only if the spirit of the nation has withered and if individual people are so unimaginative that they wallow in it.

The cheese and wine party has the form of friendship without the warmth and devotion. It is a device either for getting rid of social obligations hurriedly en mass, or for making overtures towards more serious social relationships, as in the etiquette of whoring.

After each war there is a little less democracy to save.

Poetry is as vital to thinking as knowledge.

Nothing a man writes can please him as profoundly as something he does with his back, shoulders and hands. For writing is an artificial activity. It is a lonely and private substitute for conversation.

Real art is illumination, it adds stature to life.

New Yorkers are inclined to assume it will never rain, and certainly not on New Yorkers.

Good plays drive bad playgoers crazy.

The most fatal illusion is the settled point of view. Since life is growth and motion, a fixed point of view kills anybody who has one.

There should be a dash of the amateur in criticism. For the amateur is a man of enthusiasm who has not settled down and is not habit bound.

It seems to me that the thing that makes the theater worthwhile is the fact that it attracts so many people with ideas who are constantly trying to share them with the public. Real art is illumination. It gives a man an idea he never had before or lights up ideas that were formless or only lurking in the shadows of his mind. It adds stature to life.

In the 1920s dramatists attacked their subjects as if the inequities could be resolved. Some of the traditional optimism of America lurked behind most of the early plays. But not now. There is no conviction now that the problem will be solved.

Everyone in daily life carries such a heavy mixed burden on his own conscience that he is reluctant to penalize those who have been caught.

Nobody is fully alive who cannot apply to art as much discrimination and appreciation as he applies to the work by which he earns his living.

The cult of nature is a form of patronage by people who have declared their materialistic independence from nature and do not have to struggle with nature every day of their lives.

Although the theater is not life, it is composed of fragments or imitations of life, and people on both sides of the footlight have to unite to make the fragments whole and the imitations genuine.

There is no joy so great as that of reporting that a good play has come to town.

The evil that men do lives on the front pages of greedy newspapers, but the good is oft interred apathetically inside.

Writing is not an end in itself but life transmuted into radiance.