Arthur Symons Quotes

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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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The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.

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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 light
Withers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone.

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And I would have, now love is over,
An end to all, an end:
I cannot, having been your lover,
Stoop to become your friend!

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Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance.

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I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps.
She who oft made me weep
Now weeps.

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They weave a slow andante as in sleep,
Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white;
With blue and lidless eyes at watch they keep
A treachery of silence; infinite.

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The gipsy tents are on the down,
The gipsy girls are here;
And it's O to be off and away from the town
With a gipsy for my dear!

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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 stage
Dance to amuse a music-hall.

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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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Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived.

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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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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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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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God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made.

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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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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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Here in a little lonely room
I am master of earth and sea,
And the planets come to me.

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Hardly any one is able to see what is before him, just as it is in itself. He comes expecting one thing, he finds another thing, he sees through the veil of his preconception, he criticizes before he has apprehended, he condemns without allowing his instinct the chance of asserting itself.

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Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air,
Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile,
Come to me out of the past, and I see her there
As I saw her once for a while.

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My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

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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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I heard the sighing of the reeds
At noontide and at evening,
And some old dream I had forgotten
I seemed to be remembering.

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The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

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