Think of this - that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.

Harm can come about without will or action. But will and action can avert harm.

Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation, fire, from the other, frost.

I think the names of colors are at the edge, between where language fails and where it's at its most powerful.

That is human nature, that people come after you, willingly enough, provided only that you no longer love or want them.

Art does not exist for politics, or for instruction- it exists primarily for pleasure, or it is nothing.

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.