Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not a sense of humor to console him for what he is.
There was something terribly enthralling in the exercise of influence. No other activity was like it. To project one's soul into some gracious form, and let it tarry there for a moment; to hear one's own intellectual views echoed back to one with all the added music of passion and youth; to convey one's temperament into another as though it were a subtle fluid or a strange perfume: there was a real joy in that--perhaps the most satisfying joy left to us in an age so limited and vulgar as our own, an age grossly carnal in its pleasures, and grossly common in its aims....
No domÃnio da vida quotidiana afigurava-se, sem dÃºvida, necessÃ¡rio, pelo menos ? s vezes, reflectir antes de falar, mas um membro do Partido chamado a emitir um juÃzo polÃtico ou Ã©tico devia ser capaz de disparar as opiniÃµes correctas tÃ£o automaticamente como uma metralhadora dispara balas.
New Domestic Animals. I want to have my lion and my eagle about me, that I may always have hints and premonitions concerning the amount of my strength or weakness. Must I look down on them today, and be afraid of them? And will the hour come once more when they will look up to me, and tremble?
For a week or a fortnight I can write prodigiously in a retired place (as at Broadstairs), and a day in London sets me up again and starts me. But the toil and labour of writing, day after day, without that magic lantern, is IMMENSE!!... My figures seem disposed to stagnate without crowds about them.