“It was not only her looks, though they were awfully alluring, the smoothness of her pale skin and the way her hair fell over her forehead and the grave sweetness of her brown eyes, it was more that that; you had a sensation of well being when you were with her, as though you could … Continue reading
“I like the streetlamps orange The fleas that adore them And grow old loving them And drop dead by morning My life, in a jiffy plays Every night under that subtle light”
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. —Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (1955)
And I don’t like your friends. Let me tell you a secret, my dear. Often at your parties I’ve had an almost irresistible impulse to take off all my clothes just to see what would happen. -Maugham
Their love is founded on an illusion, perhaps; but since it has to them all the appearance of a reality, what does it matter? – Somerset Maugham, The Happy Couple, Collected Short Stories Volume 1
In a speech Abraham Lincoln delivered at the height of the Civil War, he referred to the southerners as fellow human beings who were in error. An elderly lady chastised him for not calling them irreconcilable enemies who must be destroyed. “Why, madam,” Lincoln replied, “do I not destroy my enemies when I make them … Continue reading
His life was strangely divorced from material things, and it was as though his body at times wreaked a fearful revenge on his spirit.
“The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither. We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness. We must go through life so inconspicuously that Fate does not notice us. And let us seek the love of simple, ignorant people. Their ignorance … Continue reading