When false things are brought low,
And swift things have grown slow,
Feigning like froth shall go,
Faith be for aye.
Whence comes solace? Not from seeing,
What is doing, suffering, being;
Not from noting Life's conditions,
Not from heeding Time's monitions;
But in cleaving to the Dream
And in gazing at the Gleam
Whereby gray things golden seem.
Why doth IT so and so, and ever so,
This viewless, voiceless Turner of the Wheel?
A local thing called Christianity.
Aggressive Fancy working spells
Upon a mind o'erwrought.
Ere systemed suns were globed and lit
The slaughters of the race were writ.
My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.
A nice unparticular man.
A little one-eyed blinking sort of place.
Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
[T]hough love is thus an end in itself, it must be believed to be the means to another end if it is to assume the rosy hues of an unalloyed pleasure.
Yet, though love is thus an end in itself, it must be believed to be the means to another end if it is to assume the rosy hues of an unalloyed pleasure.
It is not worth an intelligent man's time to be in the majority. By definition, there are already enough people to do that.
Man, without religion, is the creature of circumstances.
A lover without discretion is no lover at all.
War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.
A lover without discretion is no lover at all.
Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honour as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.
Pessimism is, in brief, playing the sure game. You cannot lose at it; you may gain. It is the only view of life in which you can never be disappointed. Having reckoned what to do in the worst possible circumstances, when better arise, as they may, life becomes child's play.
If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
No one has yet discovered any warlike purpose to be served by the theory of numbers or relativity, and it seems very unlikely that anyone will do so for many years.
If all hearts were open and all desires knownâas they would be if people showed their soulsâhow many gapings, sighings, clenched fists, knotted brows, broad grins, and red eyes should we see in the market-place!