Quotes About Perception

You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds.

one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another

Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.

Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again

But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet ..Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

The imagination may be compared to adams dream. He awoke and found it truth.

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more Beautiful than Beauty's self.

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

What shocks the virtuous philosopher delights the chameleon poet.

Fino a che una cosa non ci ammala, non la capiamo.

Do not all charms fly / At the mere touch of cold philosophy?

the nation as a whole has no contact with reality. That is only one of the reasons why I have always been forced to exist on the fringes of its society, consigned to the Limbo reserved for those who do know reality when they see it.

Had you 'artists' had a part in the decoration of the Sistine Chapel, it would have ended up looking like a particularly vulgar train terminal," Ignatius snorted.

Clean, hard-working, dependable, quiet type.' Good God! What kind of monster is this that they want. I am afraid that I could never work for a concern with a worldview like that.

What is your opinion of a society that considers Turkey in the Straw to be one of the pillars, as it were, of its culture?

I thought that the vibrissae about my nostrils detected something unique while I was outside.

Oh, my God! Ignatius mumbled, looking at the austere little calling card. You can't really be named Dorian Greene. Yes, isn't that wild? Dorian asked languidly. If I told you my real name, you'd never speak to me again. It's so common I could die just thinking of it. I was born on a wheat farm in Nebraska. You can take it from there.

So that's who that obvious appendage of officialdom was. He looked like an arm of the bureaucracy. You can always tell employees of the government by the total vacancy which occupies the space where most other people have faces.

Parce que, à sa façon de causer, on voyait bien que le gars était allé très longtemps à l'école. C'était probablement ce qui l'avait rendu dingue.

Menos mal que mi bigote filtra parte del hedor. Aun así, mis órganos olfativos están empezando a emitir señales de inquietud.

Miró agradecido la nuca de Myrna, la cola de caballo que golpeaba inocente sus rodillas. Gratamente. Qué irónico, pensó Ignatius. Y, tomando la cola de caballo con una de sus manazas, la apretó cálidamente contra su húmedo bigote.