A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defines the only arms I allow myself to use — silence, exile, and cunning.
They lived and laughed and loved and left.
Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another s soul.
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
The pleasures of love last but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlasts a lifetime.
A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory.
The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. NON SERVIAM!
I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom.
Lily, the caretaker’s daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat, than the wheezy hall-door bell clanged again and she had to scamper along the bare hallway to let in another guest. It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also.
I shall write a book some day about the appropriateness of names. Geoffrey Chaucer has a ribald ring, as is proper and correct, and Alexander Pope was inevitably Alexander Pope. Conley Cibber was a silly little man without much elegance and Shelley was very Percy and very Bysshe.