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You have striven so hard, and so long, to compel life. Can't you now slowly change, and let life slowly drift into you . . . let the invisible life steal into you and slowly possess you.

Art-speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar but his art, if it be art, will tell you the truth of his day. And that is all that matters. Away with eternal truth. The truth lives from day to day, and the marvelous Plato of yesterday is chiefly bosh today.

Love is. the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade.

The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

The young Cambridge group, the group that stood for "freedom" and flannel trousers and flannel shirts open at the neck, and a well-bred sort of emotional anarchy, and a whispering, murmuring, sort of voice, and an ultra-sensitive sort of manner.

Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit?

I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred oranges and scrub the floor.


The mind can assert anything, and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept.



When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

I never knew how soothing trees are - many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.



I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.


A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.

All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.

Design in art, is a recognition of the relation between various things, various elements in the creative flux. You can't invent a design. You recognize it, in the fourth dimension. That is, with your blood and your bones, as well as with your eyes.

Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.

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