Quotes from David Lindsay

Can the memory of love be worth more than its presence and reality?

Attach yourself to truth, not to me. For I may die before you, but the truth will accompany you to your death.

Leave the past alone, it cannot be reshaped. The future alone is ours. It starts fresh and clean from this very minute.

I dream with open eyes,' he answered, looking around at the door, 'and others see my dreams. That is all.

Who knows what any man can do?

Where do you come from?" "From the planet of a distant sun, called Earth." "What for?" "I was tired of vulgarity.

Promise this — never to raise your hand against a living creature, either to strike, pluck, or eat, without first recollecting its mother, who suffered for it.

Someone has described love to you. You have had it described to you. You have heard that it is a small, fearful, selfish joy. It is not that—it is wild, and scornful, and sportive, and bloody.... How should you know.

A natural man lives for himself; a lover lives for others.

It isn't a bad thing to hear voices... but you mustn't for a minute imagine that all is wise that comes to you out of the night world.

Just as blue is delicate and mysterious, yellow clear and unsubtle, and red sanguine and passionate, so he felt ulfire to be wild and painful, and jale dreamlike, feverish, and voluptuous.

He who is always anxious to teach will learn nothing.

To be a free man, one must have a universe of one's own

Feelings which flourish on illusions, and sicken and die on realities, aren't worth considering.

He was travel stained, unkempt, and very tired, but his soul was at peace.

He who studies himself at all is ignoble. Only by despising soul as well as body can a man enter true life.

Where a bad tree thrives, a good tree will flourish. But where no tree at all can be found, nothing will grow.

Imagination without study is the self-indulgence of the intellect.