Life and Existence

Some thirty inches from my nose

Lay your sleeping head, my love,

Time that with this strange excuse

You were silly like us; your gift survived it all:

You were silly like us; your gift survived it all:

To us he is no more a person

To us he is no more a person

The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.

The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews

I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you

Nobody dies from lack of sex. It’s lack of love we die from.

The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.

Poetry is at bottom a criticism of life.

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,

Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he Who finds himself, loses his misery.

Every art and every investigation, and likewise every practical pursuit or undertaking, seems to aim at some good: hence it has been well said that the Good is That at which all things aim.

The Good of man is the active exercise of his soul’s faculties in conformity with excellence or virtue … Moreover this activity must occupy a complete lifetime; for one swallow does not make spring, nor does one fine day; and similarly one day or a brief period of happiness does not make a man supremely blessed and happy.

Natura il fece, e poi roppe la stampa. Nature made him, and then broke the mould.

The most radical revolutionary will become a conservative on the day after the revolution.

Les souvenirs sont cors de chasse