For our own past is covered by the currents of action,But the torment of others remains an experienceUnqualified, unworn by subsequent attrition.People change, and smile: but the agony abides.
Because I know that time is time and place is always and only place and what is actual is actual only for one time and only for one place, I rejoice that things are as they are and I renounce the bles...
And through the spaces of the darkMidnight shakes the memoryAs a madman shakes a dead geranium.
What is this self inside us, this silent observer, Severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize usAnd urge us to futile activity,And in the end, Judge us still more severely,For the errors into whi...
Think neither fear nor courage saves us.Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.
My external sensations are no less private to myself than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside; and, with all its ele...
And indeed there will be timeTo wonder, Do I dare? and, Do I dare?Time to turn back and descend the stair,With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—(They will say: How his hair is growing thin!)My mor...
I must tell you that I should really like to think there's something wrong with me- Because, if there isn't, then there's something wrong with the world itself-and that's much more frightening! That w...
There are three conditions which often look alikeYet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow:Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachmentFrom self and from things and from pers...
O perpetual revolution of configured stars, o perpetual recurrence of determined seasons, o world of spring and autumn, birth and dying! The endless cycle of idea and action, endless invention, endles...