The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.
You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think?
Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM!
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the soul is the form of forms. Tranquillity sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms.
Early morning: set off at dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically.
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
They lived and laughed and loved and left.
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
Every bond is a bond to sorrow.
What is the age of the soul of man? As she hath the virtue of the chameleon to change her hue at every new approach, to be gay with the merry and mournful with the downcast, so too is her age changeab...
Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came naked forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him a...
Perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days beyond recall. She thought she understood. She would try to understand him because men were so different. The old love was waiting, wai...
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer tha...
Have read little and understood less.
Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods.
If you can put your five fingers throught it, it is a gate, if not a door.
This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.
The soul ... has a slow and dark birth, more mysterious than the birth of the body. When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to m...