This wonder of an Englishman who spoke indifferent but comprehensible Greek.… Before we parted he drew a
The indifference of the natural world to the constructions of art
There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.
Poverty is a great cutter-off and riches a great shutter-off.
For all drama creates bondage, and the actor is only significant to the degree that he is bound.
Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?
Man is only an extension of the spirit of place.
These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors...
He always puzzled me —except when I had him in my arms.
Two things spread quickly: gossip and a forest fire—Cypriot proverb.) I
One learns nothing from those who return our love.
I hunt everywhere for a life worth living. Perhaps if I could die or go mad it would provide a focus for all the feelings I have which find no proper outlet.
I have done so many things in my life, she said to the mirror. Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?
I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.
El dolor mismo es el único elemento de la memoria; porque el placer termina en sí mismo
Balthazar sighed and said Truth naked and unashamed. That's a splendid phrase. But we always see her as she seems, never as she is. Each man has his own interpretation.
Ancient lands, in all their prehistoric intactness: lake-solitudes hardly brushed by the hurrying feet of the centuries where the uninterrupted pedigrees of pelican and ibis and heron evolve their slo...
Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me and then show me the place where he was hanged.
There is never enough light. To which I responded without thought: For women perhaps. We men are less exigent.
The seeds of future events are carried within ourselves. They are implicit in us and unfold according to the laws of their own nature