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| I want relations which are not purely personal, based on purely personal qualities; but relations based upon some unanimous accord in truth or belief, and a harmony of purpose, rather than of personality. I am weary of personality. Let us be easy and impersonal, not forever fingering over our own souls, and the souls of our acquaintances, but trying to create a new life, a new common life, a new complete tree of life from the roots that are within us. | | Uncategorized | |
| I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets | | Uncategorized | |
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| If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule | | Women | |
| If I take my whole, passionate, spiritual and physical love to the woman who in return loves me, that is how I serve God. And my hymn and my game of joy is my work. | | Uncategorized | |
| If only we could have two lives: the first in which to make one's mistakes, which seem as if they have to be made; and the second in which to profit by them. | | Uncategorized | |
| If we had reverence for our life, our life would take at once religious form. But as it is, in our filthy irreverence, it remains a disgusting slough, where each one of us goes so thoroughly disguised in dirt that we are all alike and indistinguishab | | Life | |
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| In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovere | | Boredom | |
| Is it the secret of the long-nosed Etruscans?/ The long-nosed, sensitive footed, subtly-smiling Etruscans, / Who made so little noise outside the cypress groves? | | Uncategorized | |
| It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependant on tradition adn second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing. | | Uncategorized | |
| It is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may make a terrific effect. But in the end, that which lives by delicate sensitiveness. If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight. It is the grass of the field, most frail of all things, that supports all life all the time. But for the green grass, no empire would rise, no man would eat bread: for grain is grass; and Hercules or Napoleon or Henry Ford would alike be denied existence. | | Uncategorized | |
| It is as if the life had retreated eastwards. As if the Germanic life were slowly ebbing away from contact with western Europe, ebbing to the deserts of the east. | | Uncategorized | |
| It is no good casting out devils. They belong to us, we must accept them and be at peace with them. | | Uncategorized | |
| It is not a pleasant epoch in one's life - the first forty eight hours at a large public school | | Uncategorized | |
| It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet. | | Actors and acting | |
| It ought to be lovely to be old, To be full of the peace that comes with experience And wrinkled ripe fulfillment | | Fulfilment | |
| It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity. | | Life; Love; Necessity; Woman | |
| It [Mexico] is a country where men despise sex, and live for it,' said Ramón. 'Which is suicide.' | | Uncategorized | |
| It's all this cold-hearted fucking that is death and idiocy. | | Uncategorized | |
