Yet on the other hand, I did manage to write, and without more than occasional repining, during my years of bondage, and I would not, as some unsatisfied writers do, blame my lack of productivity upon...
Waiting in fear is surely one of the most awful of human tribulations.
The true rose, the miracle of nature, owed nothing to the hand of man.
The human soul is not framed for continued proximity, and the result of this enforced neighbourhood is often an appalling loneliness for which the rules of the game forbid assuagement.
The chief requirement of the good life', said Michael, 'is that one should have some conception of one's capacities. One must know oneself sufficiently to know what is the next thing. One must study c...
Te amo. ¿Te sorprende? No sé. Amar a alguien es simplemente un hecho. No quiero decir que no hubiera, y que no haya, razones para amarte. Podría hallar miles. Pero en cuanto al pasado, al siempre-habe...
Kant abolished God and made man God in His stead. We are still living in the age of the Kantian man, or Kantian man-god. Kant's conclusive exposure of the so-called proofs of the existence of God, his...
I saw her simplicity, her ignorance, her childish unkindness, her unpretty anxious little face. She was not beautiful or brilliantly clever. How false it is to say that love is blind. I could even jud...
He was not notably vertebrate and could hardly look after himself, so how could he look after Crystal?
He had lived a chaste life really. It was his accusers and not his crimes which troubled him.
Youth is a marvelous garment. How misplaced is the sympathy lavished on adolescents. There is a yet more difficult age which comes later, when one has less to hope for and less ability to change, when...
When I'm up to something I find it very hard to realize that I probably look no different from the way I look on other occasions.
What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
To overthrow a tyrant, whether in public or in private, one must learn to hate.
To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures,...
This talk of love means very little. Love is not a feeling. It can be tested. Love is action, it is silence. It's not the emotional straining and scheming for possession that you used to think it was.
There are no spare unrecorded encapsulated moments in which we can behave 'anyhow' and then expect to resume life where we left off.
The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction.
The notion that 'it all somehow must make sense', or 'there is a best decision here', preserves from despair: the difficulty is how to entertain this consoling notion in a way which is not false.
The next day round about ten o'clock I was walking down Welbeck Street. I was in a bad temper. By daylight the whole project seemed very much less attractive. I felt that to be snubbed by a film star...