A Quote by J. P. Donleavy

Blessed are they who in this sea of frailty, 
 climb aboard a piece of ass as it floats by. — © J. P. Donleavy
Blessed are they who in this sea of frailty, climb aboard a piece of ass as it floats by.
While you live your life aboard the ship of life be aware of the sea of life on which it floats and on which it moves forward; be aware of the prevailing winds and currents that influence your progress as the master of the ship.
Mindful of the fact you live in an agricultural country, I presume you know what an ass is. We read in the New Testament that our blessed Lord rode on an ass in triumph into the city of Jerusalem. Today the Lord rides on another ass: I myself.
Climb aboard life's elevator, hit the "up" button, and see where it takes you.
It's not that I don't get on bandwagons; I just climb aboard only after most of the band has packed up and left for the next gig.
Blessed is he who has never been tempted; for he knows not the frailty of his rectitude.
Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain.
In civilized life, law floats in a sea of ethics.
Kyle Busch is going to get his ass whipped shortly I hope. He better sit his ass in his motor home or I’m going to come find him and he’s going to have to hold my watch because I’m going to whip his ass. He’s the biggest whining little piece of [expletive] I’ve ever seen in my whole life.
It is a blessed thing to know that no power on earth, no temptation, no human frailty can dissolve what God holds together.
I discovered that our clan included loads of cousins and uncles and aunts and animals of every shape. I was taught that chaos and competition were family values. And I learned that we all loved the sea. Somehow, the sea was about us-our past, our exuberance, our frailty, our longing.
The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.
Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.
The great affair, the love affair with life, is to live as variously as possible, to groom one's curiosity like a high-spirited thoroughbred, climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, sunstruck hills every day.
The Nose is a beautiful route. The best thing is that, in one day, you get to climb so much. You climb and climb and climb the whole day.
I'm going to write a book someday and the title will be I'm an Ass, You're an Ass. That's the most liberating, wonderful thing in the world, when you openly admit you're an ass. It's wonderful. When people tell me, You're wrong I say, What can you expect of an ass?
Everyone in Denmark has at least two or three sailors in their family; sea travel is part of the DNA of our nation, and because of that, I'd always wanted to tell a story aboard a ship.
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