You have striven so hard and so long to compel life. Can't you now slowly change and let life slowly drift into you ... let the invisible life steal into you and slowly possess you.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.

Art-speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar but his art if it be art will tell you the truth of his day. And that is all that matters. Away with eternal truth. The truth lives from day to day and the marvelous Plato of yesterday is chiefly bosh today.

Love is. the flower of life and blossoms unexpectedly and without law and must be plucked where it is found and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

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 sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade.

The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

The young Cambridge group the group that stood for "freedom" and flannel trousers and flannel shirts open at the neck and a well-bred sort of emotional anarchy and a whispering murmuring sort of voice and an ultra-sensitive sort of manner.

Be still when you have nothing to say when genuine passion moves you say what you've got to say and say it hot.

Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit?

It is our business to go as we are impelled.

The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body on my intuitional consciousness and when I get a response there then I accept.

What you intuitively desire that is possible to you.

Life is ours to be spent not to be saved.

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

I never knew how soothing trees are - many trees and patches of open sunlight and tree presences it is almost like having another being.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

While we live let us live.

I got the blues thinking of the future so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred oranges or scrub the floor.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without ever having felt sorry for itself.

I got the blues thinking of the future so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred oranges and scrub the floor.

One realm we have never conquered: the pure present.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.