suddenly made infinite by a mystic memory of the whole life of the race to its beginningin the East, or even back to the paradise from which it fell. She is to him the reality of romance, the leaner good-sense of non-sense, the unveiling of his eyes, the freeing of his soul, the abolition of time, place and circumstances, the etherealization of his bloodinto rapturous rivers of the very water of life itself, the revelation of all the mysteries andthe sanctification of all the dogmas.
Vitality in a woman is a blind fury of creation.
The true artist will let his wife starve, his children go barefoot, his mother drudge for hisliving at seventy, sooner than work at anything but his art.
The artist‟s work is to show us ourselves as we really are
. Our minds are nothing butthis knowledge of ourselves; and he who adds a jot to such knowledge creates newmind as surely as any woman creates new men.
Construction cumbers the ground with institutions made by busybodies.Destruction clears it and gives us breathing space and liberty.
It is a woman‟s business to get married as soon as possible, and a man‟s to keep
unmarried as long as possible.
There is nothing like Love: there is nothing else but Love: without it the worldwould be a dream of sordid horror.
Precisely the same qualities that made the educated gentleman an artist may make anuneducated manual laborer an able-bodied pauper.We mistreat our laborers horribly; and when a man refuses to be misused, we have noright to say that he is refusing honest work.
One or two of them, perhaps, it would be wiser to kill without malice in a friendly
and frank manner; for these are „bipeds‟, just as there are quadrupeds, who are
too dangerous to be left unchained and un-muzzled; and these cannot fairly
expect to have other men‟s lives wasted in the work of watching them. But as
society has not the courage to kill them, and, when it catches them, simplywreaks on them some superstitious expiatory rites of torture and degradation,and then lets them lose with heightened capacity for mischief.
“I am a brigand: I live by robbing the rich.” “I am a
gentleman: I live by robbing the poor.
Let’s shake hands.”
A movement which is confined to philosophers and honest men can neverexercise any real political influence: there are too few of them. Until a movementshows itself capable of spreading among brigands, it can never hope for apolitical majority.