As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
Arthur SymonsWhat 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.
Arthur SymonsVaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.
Arthur Symons