Quotes

Life is the great teacher.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.

History ... is a nightmare from which I am trying to wake.

In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen.

First we feel. Then we fall.

In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!

They lived and laughed and loved and left.

'Tis as human a little story as paper could well carry.

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen.

She dealt with moral problems the way a cleaver deals with meat: and in this case she had made up her mind.

Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.

Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.

My body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

Every physical quality admired by men in women is in direct connection with the manifold functions of women for the propagation of the species.

Hell is the centre of evils and, as you know, things are more intense at their centres than at their remotest points.

Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer.