The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least capable of drawing conclusions.
Once you begin to take yourself seriously as a leader or as a follower, as a modern or as a conservative, then you become a self-conscious, biting, and scratching little animal whose work is not of the slightest value or importance to anybody.
Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.
But how entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend upon spurts of thought, coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness.
To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.
And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.
I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.
The truer the facts the better the fiction.
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
The artist after all is a solitary being.
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say.
The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman.
The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl.
While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded. Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness. None knows where he goes or comes. He may seek the truth and speak it; he alone is free; he alone is truthful, he alone is at peace.
Life without illusion is a ghostly affair.
Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.
I ransack public libraries & find them full of sunk treasure.
All this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; all this claiming of superiority and imputing of inferiority belong to the private-school stage of human existence where there are sides, and it is necessary for one side to beat another side.
Our friends - how distant, how mute, how seldom visited and little known. And I, too, am dim to my friends and unknown; a phantom, sometimes seen, often not. Life is a dream surely.
It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.
The compensation of growing old ... was simply this; that the passion remains as strong as ever, but one has gained -- at last! -- the power which adds the supreme flavour to existence -- the power of taking hold of experience, of turning it round, slowly, in the light.
No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes
For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.
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