One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.
Once in an endless meadow, just able to peer through the tawny haze of the grass tops, the child who was myself had watched a young fox catching mice, an elegant newly minted fox, straight from the ha...
I rather liked him.I asked him to come and see us.'‘Oh Christ !’‘But, Bradley, you mustn’t reject people,you musn't just write them of. You must be curious about them. Curiosity is kind of charity.’‘I...
He went away, bent double with the pains of remorse and regret and the inward biting of a love which had now no means of expression. He remembered now when it was useless how the Abbess had told him t...
For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.
But death is not easy, and life can win by simulating it.
Artists are indeed unlikely to be good, goodness would silence them.
All the time when I speak to you, even now, I'm saying not precisely what I think, but what will impress you and make you respond. That's so even between us - and how much more it's so where there are...
The most potent and sacred command which can be laid upon any artist is the command: wait.
The priesthood is a marriage. People often start by falling in love, and they go on for years without realizing that love must change into some other love which is so unlike it that it can hardly be r...
—Verá usted, todo empezó con unas cartas.—¿Cartas?—Si, los seres humanos deberían tener muchísimo más cuidado con las cartas. Son unas armas muy poderosas. Sin embargo, la gente las escribe en momento...
What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.)
The police moved us on at about six a.m. This is the hour when, for some reason, one begins to be a menace to law and order.
The painter copies this bed from one point of view. He is thus at three removes from reality. He does not understand the bed, he does not measure it, he could not make it.
So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plung...
Pavydas gimsta drauge su meile, bet ne visuomet drauge numiršta.
Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral...
God lives and works in history. The outward mythology changes, the inward truth remains the same.
Como todavía no hablase, dije:—¿Podríamos ser felices?Honor dijo:—Esto no tiene nada que ver con la felicidad, nada en absoluto.Era cierto. Acepté la promesa de sus palabras. Dije:—No sé si sobrevivir...
But one must do something about the past. It doesn’t just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.