Arthur Symons Quotes
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Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived.
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The dead are happy, having no desire. I rise and fall, and rise and fall again, Something is in me, famishing for bread, Baffled and unappeasable as fire.
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The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.
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I have loved colours, and not flowers;Their motion, not the swallows wings;And wasted more than half my hoursWithout the comradeship of things.
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The gray-green stretch of sandy grass,Indefinitely desolate;A sea of lead, a sky of slate;Already autumn in the air, alas!One stark monotony of stone,The long hotel, acutely white,Against the after-sunset lightWithers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone.
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As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
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The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises, The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.
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Leave words to them whom words, not doings, move.
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I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps.
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Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.
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Night, a more perfect day.
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But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.
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Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, A naked runner lost in a storm of spears.
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It is in their eyes that their magic resides.
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I heard the sighing of the reedsAt noontide and at evening,And some old dream I had forgottenI seemed to be remembering.
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A place has almost the shyness of a person, with strangers; and its secret is not to be surprised by a too direct interrogation.
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Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.
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All art is a form of artifice.For in art there can be no prejudices.
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He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue.
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The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.
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My life is like a music-hall,Where, in the impotence of rage,Chained by enchantment to my stall,I see myself upon the stageDance to amuse a music-hall.
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There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.
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To have loved, to have been made happy thus, / What better fate has life in store for us?
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Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.
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I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.
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There are certain natures to whom work is nothing, the act of work everything.
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Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders.
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What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves... He must have the passion of a lover.
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The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.
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A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
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