Epigraphs

6.1.2013

 

 

[Chosen by Mr. Garamond from among the 1,200 or so quotations, clippings, anecdotes, proverbs, eavesdropping transcripts, and drink recipes collected in his leatherbound commonplace book, itself prefaced by a note on the flyleaf: “Attributed to kleptomania.” —Ed.]

 

Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find that you have created—nothing.

 

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Rich Boy”

 

JACK: Lady Bracknell, I hate to seem inquisitive, but would you kindly inform me who I am?

 

—Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

 

He had consulted his taste in everything—his taste alone perhaps, as a sick man consciously incurable consults at last only his lawyer.

 

—Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

 

[Galliard] possesses an authentic sparkle that is lacking in the current Garamonds. The italic is particularly felicitous and reaches back to the feeling of the chancery style, from which Claude Garamond’s italic departed.

 

—Printer’s colophon, Anatomy of a Typeface, Alexander Lawson

 

Few sorrows hath she of her own,
My hope! my joy! my Genevieve!
She loves me best, whene’er I sing
The songs that make her grieve.

 

—Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “Love”

 

 

 

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