"A habitual indulgence in the inarticulate is a sure sign of the philosopher who has not learned to think, the poet who has not learned to write, the painter who has not learned to paint, and the impression that has not learned to express itself--all of which are compatible with an immensity of genius in the inexpressible soul."
"The real world is merely the shadow of that assurance of eventual experience which accompanies sanity."
"Spinoza clearly expresses it, we desire nothing because it is good, but it is good only because we desire it."
"Beauty is pleasure regarded as the quality of a thing."
"Beauty, although often so described, is seldom so perceived."
"Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it."
"The great secret of morals is love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many other; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own."
"A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds."
"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted."
"In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet, because language itself is poetry; and to be a poet is to apprehend the true and the beautiful, in a word, the good which exists in the relation, subsisting first between existence and perception, and secondly between perception and expression."
"Be a philosopher; but amidst all your philosophy, be still a man."
"The sweetest and most inoffensive path of life leads through the avenues of science and learning; and whoever can either remover any obstructions in this way, or open up any new prospect, ought so far to be esteemed a benefactor to mankind."
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms."
"A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone."
"I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.'
"I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."
"'Protect me from knowing what I don't need to know. Protect me from even knowing that there are things to know that I don't know. Protect me from knowing that I decided not to know about the things that I decided not to know about. Amen.'"
"'It can be very dangerous to see things from somebody else's point of view without the proper training.'"
"'I talked to the computer at great length and explained my view of the Universe to it,' said Marvin.
'And what happened?' pressed Ford.
'It committed suicide.'"
"'Tell you what' smirks the Vamp Count, 'they'll be roody well surprised when the peasantry gets a...sauce of that snake.'
'You think it will live?'
'Who's going to loll it to revive it?'
'Who'll want to kill it to survive?'
'The Parisacs and Priests--find them something they have to contend with face to face with the possibility of horror and bloodshed and they'll be satisfied with wooden crosses and go home.'
'But old Wizard wants to live.'
'In that last form he took I wouldn't bother--'
'Who is Dr. Sax?'
'They told me in Budapest he's just a crazy old fool. No harm will come from him.'
"'This "dove" business has got out of hand,' frowned that Count. "Dovists...serious?...are they? I like my religion practical--blood is good, blood is life, they can act up with their ashes and urns and oily incense...bloodless theosophists of the moonlight--excalibur dull bottards in a frantic hinch, cock-waddlers on pones and pothosts, rattle-bead bonehead splentiginous bollyongs, cast-offs, bah, flap-slaves and blackbearded bungy doodle frummers of lug and lard. Fat. Dry. Dull. Dead. Spew!--'he spat--'But I'll do anything the High Command wants, of course. -- Have we anything striking for my box design?'"
"I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?"
"'Come! your presence will either give me life or kill me with pleasure.'"
"Fools have a habit of believing that everything written by a famous author is admirable. For my part I read only to please myself and like only what suits my taste."
"'To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin
That makes calamity of so long life'"
"'There warn't anybody at the church, except maybe a hog or two, for there warn't any lock on the door, and hogs likes a puncheon floor in summer-time because it's cool. If you notice, most folks don't go to church only when they've got to; but a hog is different.'"
"You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler."
"This is what I mean when I say I would like to swim against the stream of time: I would like to erase the consequences of certain events and restore an initial condition. But every moment of my life brings with it an accumulation of new facts, and each of these new facts bring with it consequences; so the more I seek to return to the zero moment from which I set out, the further I move away from it"
"'The book I'm looking for," says the blurred figure, who holds out a volume similar to yours, "is the one that gives the sense of the world after the end of the world, the sense that the world is the end of everything that there is in the world, that the only thing there is in the world is the end of the world.'"