Only the deeper parts of the mind have so little sense of time.
I know how much you grieve over those who are under your care: those you try to help and fail, those you cannot help. Have faith in God and remember that He will is His own way and in His own time com...
Goodness appears to be both rare and hard to picture. It is perhaps most convincingly met with in simple people - inarticulate, unselfish mothers of large families - but these cases are also the least...
Brooding about the past is so often fantasy of how one might have won and resentment that one didn’t. It is that resentment which one so often mistakes for repentance
As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
Every persisting marriage is based on fear', said Peregrine. 'Fear is fundamental, you dig down in human nature and what's at the bottom? Mean spiteful cruel self-regarding fear, whether it makes you...
—Vives en un estado ilusorio. La conciencia humana común es un velo ilusorio. Nuestra ilusión principal es el concepto que tenemos de nosotros mismos, de nuestra importancia que no ha de ser violada,...
Люди обычно имеют о себе совершенно искаженное представление. По-настоящему человек проявляется в долгой цепи дел, а не в кратком перечне самотолкования.
Time. Some of my friends think that Finn is cracked, but
We may love our chains and our stripes too.
We brought nothing into this world and it is certain we can carry nothing out.
Things, things, they outlive us and go to scenes that we know nothing of.
The lover readily imagines that he and his mistress are one. He feels he has love enough for both and that his loving will can swathe the two of them together like twin nuts in a shell. But what one l...
The exercise of power is a dangerous delight.
Never seen the sea! How could anyone not have seen the sea? Surely the sea must somehow belong to the happiness of every child.
I am beginning to ramble. It is evening. The sea is golden, speckled with white points of light, lapping with a sort of mechanical self-satisfaction under a pale green sky. How huge it is, how empty,...
He felt as if he were under an intolerable physical strain, as if his body were likely at any moment to fly to pieces. Other strange physical symptoms came to trouble him. An unpleasant odour lingered...
Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
A less courageous person would have felt that it was too late, they would have felt ashamed, they would think wellI don't want this, I know I shall hate it, it's all wrong, but I'm so involved now I'l...
Dora was stunned by this information. She stopped. 'Do you mean' she said, 'that they're completely imprisoned in there?'Mrs. Marks laughed. 'Not imprisoned, my dear,' she said. 'They are there of the...