Friday, August 24, 2012


"What we find in a soulmate
is not something wild to tame
but something wild to run with."
—Robert Brault—

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Quotations about quotations

Recently I've been reading some fascinating books on the history and genre of quotations (most notably: Quotology by Willis Goth Regier and The Words of Others by Gary Saul Morson). I've also spent hundreds of hours improving the accuracy and depth of my "Quotations about Quotations" page by tracing down original works for verification and culling a couple hundred new items not yet posted on any other website, both from the long-lost treasures on Google Books and from my own collection of dusty books. I am quite certain that I've accumulated over the past 26 years what is the world's largest collection of quotes about quotes. If not, it is certainly the most accessible large collection.

I found it exciting to learn that people have been taking delight in quotationsand struggling with misquotationfor centuries. Quotation anthologies have been around for ages, but according to Willis Goth Regier, "The watershed for compendia was in the mid-1850s." Imagine how much more abundant the watershedor how much earlierhad the internet been around back in the day!

While researching the origin and context of the quotations, I frequently got sidetracked reading antique gems of books and authors, stumbling upon some of the most amazing writing that is still sparkling and relevant up to this very day. I'd like to share one of my finds with you all. I was trying to locate the origin of this quote:

          "Shake was a dramatist of note;
          He lived by writing things to quote..."

Thanks to Google Books, I was able to determine the author as V. Hugo Dusenbury. The full poem was posted in the January 28th 1880 edition of Puck, and it is so awesome I resurrect it here 132 years later for your reading pleasure (click image to view full-size). The entire Puck periodical, in fact, was brimming with cleverness and I spent quite a happy time perusing it.

If you'd care to take a gander at the new and improved page of quotations about quotations, you can find it here: My most heartfelt gratitude goes out to all the ancient and modern persons who have pointed the way and left behind clues for where to focus my searches over the years which have led me to all these glorious "choice flowers, culled from the gardens of Poesy" (H.G. Adams).

"We who are quotatious are never truly alone, but always hear the cheerful flow of remarks made by dead writers so much more intelligent than we." ~Joseph Epstein, "Quotatious," A Line Out for a Walk: Familiar Essays, 1991, p.107

Update, November 2012:  Thanks to Garson O'Toole, The Quote Investigator, I've learned that V. Hugo Dusenbury was a pseudonym of  Henry Cuyler Bunner, the editor of Puck.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Who is Muriel Strode?

Muriel Strode
Muriel Strode (1875–1964)
American author and businesswoman
Photo credit: Library of Congress/Arnold Genthe
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The author I’m currently reading is Muriel Strode, an amazing woman — strong, gutsy, spiritual, creative, generous, intelligent, talented, and hard-working. Her writing is both down-to-earth and celestial, humble in spirit and yet fiercely, fearlessly ambitious. Her poems run the gamut from blushingly soul-sensual and nature-erotic to mystical and motivating, from poetic positive affirmations and self-discovery to some downright trippy verse.

There is very little information about Muriel on the Web, but I’ve pieced together this brief biography from a few dozen electronic and paper sources. [Note: Parts of this article have been substantially rewritten to include information received from Muriel’s family. –January 29th, 2017]

Early life & family. She was born Muriel Strode on February 16th, 1875 in Bernadotte Township, Illinois. Her grandparents were pioneers, and she spent her childhood on the farm where they originally settled. Her father William Smith Strode (1847–1934) was a naturalist, teacher, and physician. Her mother Amelia Steele Strode (1849–1888) died young, at age 39. A couple of years after Amelia passed away, William married Julia Yarnell Brown (1866–1954), a periodicals writer.

Muriel’s four siblings, all Illinois-born were:  Winifred Strode Morrison (1872–1916), who had seven children, one of whom was named Muriel Marie. Walter Lucien Strode (1877–1917), a grocery salesman. John William Strode (1884–1957), who studied mining then moved to Arizona in 1907. After serving in the military, he served two governors as executive secretary, including Arizona’s first governor, George W. P. Hunt. Later, J. W. was editor of the Miami (Arizona) Silver Belt and president of the Arizona Democratic Association. Catherine Joane Brown Strode (1895–1969), half-sister, who graduated young, studied art in Chicago, and moved to California at age 19. She became an established artist using the pseudonym Joane Cromwell.

Venturing out on her own. Muriel left home at age 15 and attended a business school in Denver. At 16 she went to Long Beach, California to earn her living as a stenographer and typewritist. She began writing poetry in the midst of her business career. In 1906 she used her savings to purchase two lots in Signal Hill for $1,000 then moved to New York for a career as a writer.

Husband & daughter. In 1908 she married Samuel David Lieberman (1875–1952), the president of an iron and steel firm in Chicago where Muriel had worked. His love interest in her began when he read the inspirational sayings and poems in her first publication, My Little Book of Prayer. He and Muriel had one foster child, Elinore Anne Clifford Austin (1914–2006), born in Colorado and taken in at three years old. The family lived in New York City for several years before moving to California in 1923, when oil was discovered on Muriel’s land and she had suddenly become rich.

Riches & philanthropy. With part of her new riches she gathered seventeen young wives and mothers, one for each year she had owned the properties, and took them on a shopping spree for beautiful gowns, hats, earrings, undergarments, and other dainty, colorful things. “I was a distributor of wings, I released them into a realization of their beauty. We are all beautiful in our elemental state. We all want to be moon moths in the glowing. But like the flowers, we need petals to show off our beauty. I want to set people free into beauty. I want to take them out of their Cinderella ashes to function as princesses,” she told reporter Ruth Snyder. “It is a poem of pain to feel the urge toward the unfolding of the wings of beauty. It is a song of ecstasy to release it. All my life I have wanted to do something big and useful and beautiful — to help others.”

Shortly thereafter in another display of generosity, she purchased a run-down waterwheel mill in her girlhood Illinois township and with her father, oversaw the restoration of it and its dam as a historic landmark, its surrounding area converted to a public park and playground. At age 80, she wrote in a letter that “I left part of my heart back in Bernadotte years ago and I have never gotten over being homesick.

Arizona & final years. The Strode-Lieberman family moved to Arizona in 1929 due to Sam’s tuberculosis. They homesteaded 640 acres fourteen miles east of Tucson, and their home sat atop a ridge overlooking the entire Tucson valley. Muriel’s father, who was then divorced from Julia, had retired and moved in with the Liebermans. They had originally planned to build a solid rock home, every day making three-mile excursions into the desert to collect rocks. The passings of Muriel’s father and husband put a stop to the plan, however, and Muriel lived out the remainder of her days in the original wood-framed home.

In a 1955 letter Muriel wrote, “I have come a devious route to land eventually on these desert acres, as Mr. Lieberman’s business took him traveling and we lived in half the important cities in the United States.” But once in southern Arizona, that is where she stayed. She would sign her letters and books from “the Ranch of the Gorgeous Sunsets, Tucson, Arizona.” Muriel passed away on January 25th, 1964 after twelve years’ struggle with a heart ailment.

My Little Book of Life by Muriel Strode
Writing & publications. Her habit was to write her thoughts and ideas every morning, and she continued to work on her writings and manuscripts even into her final years. She had first published in periodicals, mostly The Open Court. The first publication I found her cited in was The Philistine: A Periodical of Protest, from 1901. Later she authored her own books:  My Little Book of Prayer, 1904, “a collection of thoughts on the spiritual side of nature, moral fortitude and other uplifting themes” (Judy Donovan); My Little Book of Life, 1912, “a personal philosophy of life that spells courage, cheer, and serenity” (The Open Court); A Soul’s Faring, 1921, “tumultuous imagery, mighty seething seas of words, of similes, of metaphors, of themes of love and life and death and the Beyond” (Brooklyn Daily Eagle); and At the Roots of Grasses, 1923, “the very rhapsody of an American soul pouring itself forth in songs of the strong” (Charles Fleischer).

In her heyday Muriel was known as “the female Walt Whitman.” She was a member of the Poetry Society of America and The League of American Pen Women. She wrote her entire career under her birth name Muriel Strode, omitting the hyphenated Lieberman on post-marriage publications. One of the books I have is signed “Muriel Strode — Mrs. Sam D. Lieberman.”

Sometimes she got harsh critiques in the newspapers. Some reviewers who did not understand her writing thought it egotistical. In 1923 she explained to a reporter, “When I say ‘I,’ I mean the cosmic ‘I,’ speaking to the cosmic ‘you.’” On reading her books, it seems clear to me that she was not egotistical but mystical. She said in a 1962 interview, “I don’t mind adverse criticism. It doesn’t matter if I’m misinterpreted because not everyone will understand what I’m trying to say.”

Those who did understand her cosmic perspective handed out more favorable reviews. “Muriel Strode has a distinctive touch in free verse rhythms. She uses them to interpret optimistically and broadly the elemental forces of being, and she strikes a high note of endeavor and faith in life without glossing over its inevitable question” (The Kansas City Times, 1921).

“Few poets are as prolific in sheer beauty as Muriel Strode. Her work is marked with richness, the forms she chooses for expression are diverse and through all her work there is the rumbling of the seeker of truth. Miss Strode’s poems are a revelation in inspiration. There seems no end to her philosophic thoughts. There is a virility of beauty in this poet’s work” (Howard Willard Cook, 1923). She “sings of the things elemental in universal nature and in human nature” (Charles Fleischer). During her girlhood in Fulton County, Illinois, she “breathed in the beauty and the intense love of nature and the elemental things of life that flame out in her poetry” (The Fulton Democrat).

Muriel Strode-Lieberman
Muriel Strode-Lieberman (1875–1964)
American author and businesswoman
Photo courtesy of Muriel’s family
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Names. Other names she was known by include: Muriel Strode-Lieberman, Muriel Lieberman, Muriel S. Lieberman, Mrs. Samuel D. Lieberman, Mrs. S. D. Lieberman, and Mrs. Sam Lieberman. The 1880 census lists “Muray Strode,” but her surviving family is not aware of that nickname so it is possibly a typo or a childhood pet name that didn’t last.

Famous quote. There were quite a few newspaper articles about Muriel during her publishing days and when she first got rich from oil, but I can’t find personal references much past her death date. Sadly, she seems to have disappeared from history, excepting her famous 1903 words “I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and I will leave a trail,” which around the 1990s had started being widely misattributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson. I am exceptionally pleased to digitally revive this wonderful poetess, and I am posting selected quotations from her works to The Quote Garden, beginning today, January 12th, 2012. Below are two sample gems.

Acknowledgement. I am eternally grateful to Muriel’s family for providing the information to expand this bio, as well as a lovely photograph and retroactive permission to use her words on my website. Thank you so much!

I was meant to be woman-the-joyous, but I carry in my heart a thousand centuries of pain.
I was meant to be woman-the-radiant, but my eyes tell a world-old story....
This destruction that we permit through our own unenlightenment, this gnarled and knotted being, this life bound to its pack, is not of God. It is of you, or it is of me. God gave us time to live, but we have so distorted it that we have only time to perish.
~Muriel Strode, “A Soul’s Faring: XII,” A Soul’s Faring, 1921

I know the thrill of the grasses when the rain pours over them.
I know the trembling of the leaves when the winds sweep through them.
I know what the white clover felt as it held a drop of dew pressed close in its beauteousness.
I know the quivering of the fragrant petals at the touch of the pollen-legged bees.
I know what the stream said to the dipping willows, and what the moon said to the sweet lavender.
I know what the stars said when they came stealthily down and crept fondly into the tops of the trees.
~Muriel Strode, “Creation Songs: V,” A Soul’s Faring, 1921

Muriel Strode-Lieberman signature
Muriel Strode signature, 1934
Source: Application for Wm. S. Strode headstone