sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things.
I store it in the treasure-house of my heart. I keep it there as a secret debt that I am glad to think I can never possibly repay.
I must say to myself that I ruined myself, and that nobody great or small can be ruined except by his own hand.
But I let myself be lured into long spells of senseless and sensual ease.
My nature is seeking a fresh mode of self-realisation.
I may at least read beautiful books; and what joy can be greater?
When you really want love you will find it waiting for you.
I am a born antinomian I am one of those who are made for exceptions, not for laws. But while I see that there is nothing wrong in what one does, I see that there is something wrong in what one becomes.
I have got to make everything that has happened to me good for me.
the silence, the solitude, the shame - each and all of these things I have to transform into a spiritual experience.
To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development.
The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me. Nor am I making any demands on life. In all that I have said I am simply concerned with my own mental attitude towards life as a whole; and I feel that not to be ashamed of having been punished is one of the first points I must attain to, for the sake of my own perfection, and because I am so imperfect.
Then I must learn how to be happy. Once I knew it, or thought I knew it, by instinct.
For the secret of life is suffering.
I was not in the sphere in which such belief was to be attained to.
Pleasure for the beautiful body, but pain for the beautiful soul.
We think in eternity, but we move slowly through time.
The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one's heart - hearts are made to be broken - but that it turns one's heart to stone.
At every single moment of one's life one is what one is going to be no less than what one has been.
'to contemplate the spectacle of life with appropriate emotions,' which Wordsworth defines as the poet's true aim.
'Whatever happens to oneself happens to another.'
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are some one else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
it is vocation not volition that determines us.
nothing should be wasted of what is given to me. So one should look on love.
Nobody is worthy to be loved.
I myself have always thought the chief use of children, if what is perfect should have a use.
[Christ] He felt that life was changeful, fluid, active, and that to allow it to be stereotyped into any form was death. He saw that people should not be too serious over material, common interests: that to be unpractical was to be a great thing: that one should not bother too much over affairs.
But he could not stand stupid people, especially those who are made stupid by education: people who are full of opinions not one of which they even understand.
the enormous importance of living completely for the moment.
invariably succeeds in being what he wants to be. That is his punishment. Those who want a mask have to wear it.
to know oneself: that is the first achievement of knowledge. But to recognise that the soul of a man is unknowable, is the ultimate achievement of wisdom. The final mystery is oneself.
Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?
To each of us different fates are meted out.
but that the dreadful thing about modernity was that it put tragedy into the raiment of comedy, so that the great realities seemed commonplace or grotesque or lacking in style.
We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken. We are specially designed to appeal to the sense of humour.
So perhaps whatever beauty of life still remains to me is contained in some moment of surrender, abasement, and humiliation. I can, at any rate, merely proceed on the lines of my own development, and, accepting all that has happened to me, make myself worthy of it.
The one disgraceful, unpardonable, and to all time contemptible action of my life was to allow myself to appeal to society for help and protection.
All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death.