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.
I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses
For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.
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.
Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.
Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.
I'll tickle his catastrophe.
Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods.
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
I have left my book, I have left my room,
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.
And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
I resent violence or intolerance in any shape or form. It never reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due installments plans. It's a patent absurdity on the face of it to h...
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
God made food; the devil the cooks.
There's no friends like the old friends.
The artist like the God of the creation remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork invisible refined out of existence indifferent paring his fingernails.