But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world—a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
Topics: Life, Living
There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea.
Humor is the first gift to perish in a foreign language.
A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it’s there complete in the mind, if only at the back.
Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do.
I ransack public libraries, and find them full of sunk treasure.
This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.
In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility—I welcome it.
Methinks the human method of expression by sound of tongue is very elementary, and ought to be substituted for some ingenious invention which should be able to give vent to at least six coherent sentences at once.
Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title, James Spalding, or Charles Budgeon, and the passengers going the opposite way could read nothing at all—save “a man with a red moustache,” “a young man in gray smoking a pipe.”
Topics: People, Past, Past and Present, Self-Discovery, Reflection
What I like, or one of the things I like, about motoring is the sense it gives one of lighting accidentally, like a voyager who touches another planet with the tip of his toe, upon scenes which would have gone on, have always gone on, will go on, unrecorded, save for this chance glimpse. Then it seems to me I am allowed to see the heart of the world uncovered for a moment.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
These are the soul’s changes. I don’t believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one’s aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
The first duty of a lecturer is to hand you after an hour’s discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks and keep on the mantelpiece forever.
Topics: Teaching, Teachers, Education
Almost any biographer, if he respects facts, can give us much more than another fact to add to our collection. He can give us the creative fact; the fertile fact; the fact that suggests and engenders.
Topics: Legacy, Biography
All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point
Topics: Authors & Writing
I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose
To write weekly, to write daily, to write shortly, to write for busy people catching trains in the morning or for tired people coming home in the evening, is a heartbreaking task for men who know good writing from bad.
If we didn’t live adventurously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I’ve no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged.
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?
Topics: Reading, Books, Literature
Wondering Whom to Read Next?
- E. M. Forster English Novelist
- Vita Sackville-West English Gardener
- D. H. Lawrence English Novelist
- Jeanette Winterson English Novelist
- Jane Austen English Novelist
- Pamela Hansford Johnson English Novelist
- Mary Elizabeth Braddon English Novelist
- Anthony Powell English Novelist
- Rebecca West English Author
- Dinah Craik English Novelist, Poet