Quotes
Quotes about Wit
It was for lying, he saw hopelessly, that words had been made. In the beginning was the word and the word was with the Father of Lies
Yesterday's hunger cannot be stilled with tomorrow's food
I am old enough to know that the only self-evident duty is to that image of order we all carry in our brains. That the keeping of chaos under with stern occasional kicks or permanent tough floorboards is man's duty, and that all the rest is solemn hypocrite's words to justify self-interest.
Compassion? Did that seem the proper balm wherewith to anoint his soul's bruises?
I stand above, blessing, forgiving, with lips untwisted by bitterness, brow all alabaster - smooth, a statue
I saw my paper as the body I once had, I longed towards it. I was fearful, though, of disfiguring it with blots and scratches
I was creating man afresh, planting him in a garden with clean white body and the innocent eyes of a deer. But he would not stay there: he must needs leap out to his plotting and blood-letting and sniggering nastiness
Die in dust but live in filth. Well, if we are to live with it we múst at least somehow ennoble it
With awe and something of fear, John felt as if he were being instructed by the dead in person, souls of poets dead and gone. Doors were being opened. Welcome to long life and further revelations
You must not think of this again, not with your brain of daylight
You must not think of this again, not with your brain of the daylight
We are all equipped with an apparatus of generation, and we all have aspirations to the pure life of the soul
To flesh ourselves with character we must identify ourselves, swiftly, temporarily, with one or other of our brothers and sisters of the universe
We must not confuse the future with eternity. Eternity is not an endlessly prolonged future, it is a timeless state that wraps itself about time and, in odd places perceived chiefly by the holy, nibbles at it
Breathing became a craft to be praticed with painful attention. If he slept the craft might be removed from him
A bigger problem was to separate himself from his body - the hand worn to nothing, the lock of hair that fell into his eye, even the brain that scrurried with thoughts and words and images. It took long hours to die
You are a young man and still have your way to make so you won't resent a last bit of advice from an old codger like myself. Which is, to keep self-control. With self-control and keeping all personal feeling out of things allied to your book-learning, that way you should go far
His brain shuddered with memories, with expectations
The immense air opens and closes my book. The wave, pulverized, dares to gush and spatter from the rocks. Fly away, dazzled, blinded pages. Break, waves. Break with joyful waters ...
The soul may come into existence because of tyranny. The tyrant takes everything from us so we are forced to believe. We are left with something. This something we call the soul
You know that the desire for money is infantile? It goes back to a baby's playing with its own mess. Pleasure in handling fecal matter
The future, he considered, not unreasonably, lay with the young
Symbolism. I'm bursting with symbolism
There was a time when I began to doubt man's sanity how could he live without knowing for sure what dawn what death what doom awaited consciousness beyond the tomb?
You start off with time, and if you have time you have to have history. But you only get history when you put things inside time
