Truth disappears with the telling of it.
An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.
It is a pity indeed to travel and not get this essential sense of landscape values. You do not need a sixth sense for it. It is there if you just close your eyes and breathe softly through your nose;...
Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.
She looked like a statue of pride hanging its head.
He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.
The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
History - the lamp which illumines national character...
It is hard to fight with one's heart's desires; whatever it wishes to get, it purchases at the cost of the soul.
For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as do the ordinary people, but to fulfill it in its...
If you intend to try and work, not to sit under the Tree of Idleness.
Very few people realise that sex is a psychic and not a physical act. The clumsy coupling of human beings is simply a biological paraphrase of this truth - a primitive method of introducing minds to e...
The telephone is a modern symbol for communications which never take place
Idle, she writes, to imagine falling in love as a correspondence of minds, of thoughts,; it is a simultaneous firing of two spirits engaged in the autonomous act of growing up. And the sensation is of...
Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.
To be the equal of reality you must learn how to ignore it without danger.
These are not, you see, the sort of distinctions of which women are usually capable.
Shyness has laws: you can only give yourself, tragically, to those who least understand.
It was already dark and the city was drifting like a bed of seaweed towards the lighted cafés of the upper town.
In India when I was a boy they had great big green lizards there, and if you shouted or shot them their tails would fall off. There was only one boy in the school who could catch lizards intact. No on...