As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
Most fatal, most hateful of all things is bullying.... Sensual bullying of course is fairly easily detected. What is more dangerous is ideal bullying. Bullying people into what is ideally good for them.
When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
Why, oh why must one grow up, why must one inherit this heavy, numbing responsibility of living an undiscovered life? Out of the nothingness and the undifferentiated mass, to make something of herself! But what? In the obscurity and pathlessness to take a direction! But whither? How take even one step? And yet, how stand still? This was torment indeed, to inherit the responsibility of one’s own life.
A circle swoop, and a quick parabola under the bridge arches Where light pushes through; A sudden turning upon itself of a thing in the air. A dip to the water.
Persephone herself is but a voice or a darkness invisible enfolded in the deeper dark of the arms Plutonic, and pierced with the passion of dense gloom, among the splendor of torches of darkness, shedding darkness on the lost bride and her groom.
Whatever a human being makes and makes live, it lives because of the life he puts into it.
I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.
When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.
I shall always be a priest of love.
The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.
Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.
What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!
Most men have a deadness in them that frightens me so because of my own deadness. Why can't men get their life straight, like St.Mawr, and then think? Why can't they think quick, mother: quick as a woman: only farther than we do?
The nearer a conception comes towards finality, the nearer does the dynamic relation, out of which this concept has arisen, draw to a close. To know is to lose.
In my very own self, I am part of my family.
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
Personality and mind, like moustaches, belong to a certain age. They are a deformity in a child.... Leave his sensibilities, his emotions, his spirit, and his mind severely alone. There is the devil in mothers, that they must provoke personalresponse from their infants.
When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.
Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.
Why were we driven out of Paradise? Why did we fall into this gnawing disease of unappeasable dissatisfaction? Not because we sinned. Ah, no. All the animals in Paradise enjoyed the sensual passion of coition. Not because we sinned. But because we got sex into our head.
In masturbation there is nothing but loss.
Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.
What is pornography to one man is the laughter of genius to another.
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