On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points. |
Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent. |
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well |
One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats --and one always secretes too much jelly. |
One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph |
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them. |
Publicity in women is detestable. Anonymity runs in their blood. The desire to be veiled still possesses them. They are not even now as concerned about the health of their fame as men are, and, speaking generally, will pass a tombstone or a signpost without feeling an irresistible desire to cut their names on it. |
Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art. |
Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame. |
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life. |
Some collaboration has to take place in the mind between the woman and the man before the art of creation can be accomplished. Some marriage of opposites has to be consummated. The whole of the mind must lie wide open if we are to get the sense that the writer is communicating his experience with perfect fullness. |
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. |
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. |
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. |
Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form of a human being. If we seek to know him, are we idly occupied? |