One doesn’t defend one’s god: one’s god is in himself a defense.
HENRY JAMESIt is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance, for our consideration and application of these things, and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.
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It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance, for our consideration and application of these things, and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.
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Things are always different from what they might be.
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She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!
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It’s never permitted to be surprised at the aberrations of born fools.
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I mean that everything this afternoon has been too beautiful, and that perhaps everything together will never be so right again. I’m very glad therefore you’ve been a part of it.
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Don’t underestimate the value of irony-it is extremely valuable.
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To establish in fine a relation with the criticized thing and to make it one’s own.
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We work in the dark – we do what we can – we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.
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Don’t pass it by – the immediate, the real, the ours, the yours, the novelist’s that it waits for.
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If you have work to do, don’t wait to feel like it; set to work and you will feel like it.
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Sorrow comes in great waves…but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us.
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Until you try, you don’t know what you can’t do.
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God’s creature is one. He makes man, not men. His true creature is unitary and infinite, revealing himself, indeed, in every finite form, but compromised by none.
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Criticism talks a good deal of nonsense, but even its nonsense is a useful force. It keeps the question of art before the world, insists upon its importance.
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His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.
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