The very madness of the scheme protects it.
There is no triumph of good, and if there were it would not be a triumph of good.
Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.
The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.
All our failures are ultimately failures in love.
Music relates sound and time and so pictures the ultimate edges of human commmunications.
In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.
for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.
Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
All artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn.
Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.
No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.
So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
Nothing is more beautifully and acceptably self-assertive than good singing.
I just enjoy translating, it's like opening one's mouth and hearing someone else's voice emerge.
Time can divorce us from the reality of people, it can separate us from people and turn them into ghosts. Or rather it is we who turn them into ghosts or demons. Some kinds of fruitless preoccupations with the past can create such simulacra, and they can exercise power, like those heroes at Troy fighting for a phantom Helen.
Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
It is difficult in life to be good, and difficult in art to portray goodness. Perhaps we don't know much about goodness.
... a less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people.
evil soon makes tools out of those who don't hate it.
youth is a marvelous garment
The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.
I live, I live, with an absolutely continuous sense of failure. I am always defeated, always. Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea. The years pass and one has only one life. If one has a thing at all one must do it and keep on and on and on trying to do it better.
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