“ But I felt glorious at the time, just like a storm sweeping across the prairie, purifying the air and not caring whether the earth wants to be purified or not. I did wrong, because I came to the big world to study people of culture and refinement, not to quarrel with them. You must have money, you MUST have money, you MUST have money, if you're civilized. I don't care if I AM a little storm. Yes, of course, I know a storm isn't a civilized thing. Well, I know what I'm going to do,—I'm going to come back and blow the rest of my life right there in the cove, with my Brick and my Bill. ”
J. Breckenridge Ellis
Biographical details
J. Breckenridge Ellis (1870–1956), an American writer celebrated for his historical romances, composed concise narratives that avoided pretension, centering on themes of love, courage, and social conflict.
A productive author of 26 novels, including Fran (1912) and Lahoma (1913), he examined human challenges against cultural and economic forces, as reflected in his acclaimed works adapted into films and stage productions. His writing, associated with the Stanley Weyman school, highlighted restrained drama and ethical depth, leaving a legacy maintained in publications and archives across the globe.
Quotes by J. Breckenridge Ellis
J. Breckenridge Ellis,
The Story of a Life
“ Your capabilities fit you for one field of labor, mine fit me for another. We have all to build an altar. I have built mine, and laid thereon my tenderest feelings, the yearning desire of the woman-nature to be loved. I know that this mysterious yearning which God has planted with his own hand in woman's heart will, if left unsatisfied, cast a shadow over her life; that however strong, however self-reliant a woman may be, her heart reaches out for something to complete her happiness. But the giant will can strengthen the trembling, faltering heart. ”
“ Brick Willock rose softly and stole toward the opening, his eyes filled with a strange light. They no longer glared with the blood-lust of a wild beast, but showed gloomy and perplexed; the words spoken concerning himself had sunk deep. The boatman sat with his back to Gledware and Annabel. He wore a long dingy coat of light gray and a huge battered straw hat, whose wide brim hid his hair and almost eclipsed his face. Willock, careful not to show himself, stared at the skiff as it shot out from the landing, his brow wrinkled in anxious thought. ”
