Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.
Arthur SymonsCriticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders.
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 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 Symons