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A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch.

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent.

Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to the same thing.

It hurt her most of all, this failure to love him,

Time went on grey, uncloured, like a long journey where she sat unconscious as the landscape unrolled beside her.

Because I infinitely prefer the spontaneous spite to the concocted sugaries;

You pluck flower after flower - it is never the flower. The flower itself - its calyx is a horrible gulf, it is the bottomless pit.

The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

Perhaps you're a slave to your own idea of yourself.

Cause-and-effect will not explain even the individuality of a single dandelion.

You can't insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.

Art is a form of supremely delicate awareness ... meaning at-oneness, the state of being at one with the object.

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

You live by what you thrill to, and there's the end of it.

She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.

Whether I get on in the world is a question; but I certainly don't get on very well with the world.

Tragedy ought really to be a great kick at misery.

Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.

Poe tried alcohol, and any drug he could lay his hands on. He also tried any human being he could lay his hands on.

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

At a wavering instant the swallows gave way to bats
By the Ponte Vecchio ...
Changing guard.

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.

The officer sat with his long, fine hands lying on the table, perfectly still, and all his blood seemed to be corroding.
- The Prussian Officer

In my very own self, I am part of my family.

[U]nless a woman is held, by man, safe within the bounds of belief, she becomes inevitably a destructive force.

For God's sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don't say surgaries, or I'm done.

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale.

Evil, what is evil? There is only one evil, to deny life As Rome denied Etruria And mechanical America Montezuma still

The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind.

Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to.

What we mean is that people may go on, keep on, and rush on, without souls. They have their ego and their will, that is enough to keep them going.

Unthinkable clothing

The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

When love turns into dust, money becomes the substitution.

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically .

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

I have never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A little bird will fall dead, frozen from a bough, without ever having felt sorry for itself.

It's hard to ravish a tin of sardines.

The history of our era is the nauseating and repulsive history of the crucifixion of the procreative body for the glorification ofthe spirit.

Do come back and draw the ferrets, they are the most lovely noble darlings in the world.

I believe that the highest virtue is to be happy, living in the greatest truth, not submitting to the falsehood of these personaltimes.

Her eyes were like the first morning of the world, so ageless

It's better to be born lucky than rich. If you're rich, you may lose your money, but if you're born lucky, you will always have more money.

You have to have something vicious in you to be a creative writersomething old-adamish, incompatible to the ordinary world.

The profoundest of all sensualities
is the sense of truth
and the next deepest sensual experience
is the sense of justice.

She was glad of the rain's privacy and intimacy. Making

We are so conceited and so unproud.

I shall always be a priest of love.

The modern pantheist not only sees the god in everything, he takes photographs of it.

The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.

How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

Yea, Paris is a festive ton
a festive Ton for all! Skate o'er on joy
Thin crust of gilded, polished joy! What matters it if Hell's beneath?

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.

It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.

I want the wonder back again, or I shall die.

Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.

Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.

It's only when the ghastly mob-sleep, the dream helplessness of the mass psyche overcomes him, that he becomes completely base and obscene

That she bear children is not a woman's significance.
But that she bear herself,
that is her supreme and risky fate.

Where sanity is there God is.

Don't be sucked in by the su-superior, don't swallow the culture bait, don't drink, don't drink and get beerier and beerier, do learn to discriminate.

And the souls in Plato riding up to heaven in a two-horse chariot would go in a Ford car now,' she

There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder.

Patience! Patience! The world is a vast and ghastly intricacy of mechanism, and one has to be very wary, not to get mangled by it.

Humanity is less, far less than the individual, because the individual may sometimes be capable of truth, and humanity is a tree of lies.

One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.

So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.

Another head - and a black alpaca jacket and a serviette this time - to tell us coffee is ready. Not before it is time, too.

The great home of the soul is the open road.

She was half watching, half musing. It was her constant state. Her eyes were keen and observant, but her inner mind took no notice of what she saw.

No man is a man unless to his woman he is a pioneer.

That curiously clean, semi-transparent look of the genteel, isolated poor.

One man's meat is another man's poison,' he

My God, these folks don't know how to love
that's why they love so easily.

She could hear a distant coughing of a sheep.

DEMOCRACY OF TOUCH - instead of a democracy of pocket.

The only principle I can see in this life, is that one must forfeit the less for the greater.

His suave loins of darkness, dark-clad and suave

Quite frantically, he longed not to be.

And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn ...

Oh, the joy-hogs! Oh 'enjoying oneself'! Another modern form of sickness.

They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being.

Never set a child afloat on the flat sea of life with only one sail to catch the wind.

The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance ...

Tragedy looks to me like man in love with his own defeat.
Which is only a sloppy way of being in love with yourself.

The one woman who never gives herself is your free woman, who is always giving herself.

An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.

could feel the male in him, something cold and triumphant,

The proper study of mankind is man in his relation to his deity.

Me? Oh, intellectually I believe in having a good heart, a chirpy penis, a lively intelligence, and the courage to say 'shit!' in front of a lady.

The pyramids of Egypt will not last a moment compared to the daisy.

The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.

We fucked a flame into being.

A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

The map appears to us more real than the land.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.

The real tragedy of England, as I see it, is the tragedy of ugliness. The country is so lovely: the man-made England is so vile.