A není nové země, příteli, žádného nového moře; poněvadž město půjde pořád s tebou,navěky budeš bloudit po stejných ulicích,na stejných předměstích ducha ustydnou tvoje sny a v stejném domě pak i zeše...
A million muffin-eating moralists were waiting, not for us, Brother Ass, but for the plucky and tedious Trollope!
Think she was also thinking, perhaps, of Justine, up there in the big house among the tall candles and the oil-paintings by forgotten masters.
Am recalling now how during that last spring (forever) we walked together at full moon, overcome by the soft dazed air of the city, the quiet ablutions of water and moonlight that polished it like a g...
There is always a philosophy behind the misadventures of men, even if they are unaware of it.’ And
In these days Melissa's absorbed and provoking gentleness had all the qualities of a rediscovered youth. Her long uncertain fingers - I used to feel them moving over my face when she thought I slept,...
God’s real and subtle nature must be clear of distinctions: a glass of spring-water, tasteless, odourless, merely refreshing: and surely its appeal would be to the few, the very few, real contemplativ...
Every variety of the name of flesh, old flesh quailing upon aged bones, or the unquenched flesh of boys and women on limbs infirm with the desires that could be represented in effigy but not be slaked...
Bessie was News, Leaders, and Gossip; Enid was Features, Make-up and general Sub. Whenever they were at a loss for copy they would mercilessly pillage ancient copies of Punch or Home Chat. An occasion...
Basle, Zurich, Baden, Paris — the flickering of steel rails over the arterial systems of Europe’s body: steel ganglia meeting and dividing away across mountains and valleys.
And morality is nothing if it is merely a form of good behavior.
A good doctor, and in a special sense the psychologist, makes it quite deliberately, slightly harder for the patient to recover too easily. You do this to see if his psyche has any real bounce in it,...
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 the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in...
Первое, что он сделал, когда рехнулся, — затеял судебный процесс против собственных сыновей, двоих из нас, выдвинув обвинение в сознательной и злонамеренной незаконнорожденности.
That only there, in the silences of the painter or the writer can reality be reordered, reworked and made to show its significant side. Our common actions in reality are simply the sackcloth covering...
This is nothing of medical interest — a small chill. Diseases are not interested in those who want to die.’ And then with one of those characteristic swerves of association, like a swallow turning in...
The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.
The lion-dust of desert: prophets’ tombs turned to zinc and copper at sunset on the ancient lake.
The cousin was made of different stuff; his biting air of laziness and superiority made one want to kick him.
Minds dismembered by their sexual part’ Balthazar had said once ‘never find peace until old age and failing power as persuade them that silence and quietness are not hostile.