I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane. ― George Orwell, 1984. (Signet Classic January 1, 1961) Originally published June 8th 1949.
The Tyger Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist… Continue reading William Blake
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart. — George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss. (William Blackwood and Sons, Edinburgh and London 1860)
To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. — William Wordsworth, from “Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.” The Oxford Book of English Verse 1250–1918. Editor: Arthur Quiller-Couch. (Oxford University Press March 26, 1963)
Little Alice fell d o w n the hOle, bumped her head and bruised her soul ― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. (Macmillan 26 November 1865)
I would never re-write you. You are by far my most complete and greatest novel. You and your splendor; lingering in my brain across a timelessly barefoot reality. — Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West, 23 November 1926.
The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs. — John Keats, from “Ode… Continue reading John Keats