Quotes

I laugh at it today, now that I have had all the good of it. Let the bridge blow up, provided I have got my troops across... Nonetheless, that book was a terrible risk. A transparent leaf separates it from madness.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.

Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time.

Time's ruins build eternity's mansions.

First kiss does the trick. The propitious moment. Something inside them goes pop.

There's many a true word spoken in jest.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.

Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. The painting of Gustave Moreau is the painting of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our mind into contact with the eternal wisdom, Plato's world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.

Never know whose thoughts you're chewing.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

Rather upsets a man's day a funeral does.

Funerals all over the world everywhere every minute. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands every hour. Too many in the world.

Our souls, shame-wounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more.