Life and Existence

What we call the beginning is often the end

What we call the beginning is often the end

We shall not cease from exploration

We shall not cease from exploration

This is the death of air.

Ash on an old man’s sleeve

The communication

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,

Human kind

Time present and time past

Time present and time past

Footfalls echo in the memory

Footfalls echo in the memory

Oh may I join the choir invisible

In every parting there is an image of death.

‘Character’ says Novalis, in one of his questionable aphorisms—‘character is destiny.’

‘Character’ says Novalis, in one of his questionable aphorisms—‘character is destiny.’

The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

Many Theresas have been born who found for themselves no epic life wherein there was a constant unfolding of far-resonant action; perhaps only a life of mistakes, the offspring of a certain spiritual grandeur ill-matched with the meanness of opportunity; perhaps a tragic failure which found no sacred poet and sank unwept into oblivion.

Many Theresas have been born who found for themselves no epic life wherein there was a constant unfolding of far-resonant action; perhaps only a life of mistakes, the offspring of a certain spiritual grandeur ill-matched with the meanness of opportunity; perhaps a tragic failure which found no sacred poet and sank unwept into oblivion.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.