Life and Existence

I hate my pictures. Look at my face. If it weren’t for this [mustache], I’d look like a woman!

Why is it that nobody understands me, yet everybody likes me?

My life is a simple thing that would interest no one. It is a known fact that I was born, and that is all that is necessary.

My life is a simple thing that would interest no one. It is a known fact that I was born, and that is all that is necessary.

For those of us who believe in physics, the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.

For those of us who believe in physics, the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.

Life is the desert, life the solitude;

An undevout astronomer is mad.

At thirty a man suspects himself a fool;

To know the world, not love her, is thy point,

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.

A simple child, dear brother Jim,

Thy friends are exultations, agonies,

For old, unhappy, far-off things,

She seemed a thing that could not feel

She lived unknown, and few could know

Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;

We poets in our youth begin in gladness;

All things have second birth;

All things have second birth;

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,

A reasoning, self-sufficing thing,

But for those obstinate questionings

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: