42 Quotes by Arthur Symons

The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.

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

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.

What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves. He must have the passion of a lover.

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

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

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!

He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue.

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.