Deep experience is never peaceful. — Henry James, from “Madame de Mauves,” Galaxy Magazine (February/March 1874), ch. V, reprinted in A Passionate Pilgrim (1875) and later in The Madonna of the Future and Other Tales (1879) and the New York Edition of James’ works, vol. 13 (1908). Advertisements
The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude. — Aldous Huxley, Proper Studies. (Chatto & Windus; Collected ed edition, December 1949) Originally published 1927.
Perhaps it’s good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he’s happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life? — Aldous Huxley, Antic Hay. (Kessinger Publishing May 2005) Originally published 1923.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye. — W.H. Auden, from “At Last the Secret… Continue reading W.H. Auden
I’m afraid of losing my obscurity. Genuineness only thrives in the dark. Like celery. — Aldous Huxley
Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings. ― W.H. Auden, The Double Man, a book of poems by W. H. Auden, published in 1941. The title of the UK edition, published later the same year, was New Year Letter. (Faber and Faber; First Edition edition 1941)
Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time. — W. H. Auden, from “The More Loving One,” Homage to Clio. (Random House; First Edition edition, April 12, 1960)