The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man. Arthur Symons More Quotes by Arthur Symons More Quotes From Arthur Symons A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him. Arthur Symons venicerealistsaws 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 Symons crushbrainlove I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found. Arthur Symons venicedreamimpossible The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises, The earth renews its magical youth at a breath. Arthur Symons earthnoisespring Vaguely 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 passiondreamart Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance. Arthur Symons flowerliteratureperfect To have loved, to have been made happy thus, / What better fate has life in store for us? Arthur Symons fatemadelove The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on. Arthur Symons mistcanvaslondon Criticism 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 Symons treasurecriticismdiscovery Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, A naked runner lost in a storm of spears. Arthur Symons dreamnightlife Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me. Arthur Symons lonelylonelinesssea He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue. Arthur Symons styleperfectbeauty Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived. Arthur Symons wishmenart There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true. Arthur Symons fatelightdream Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire. Arthur Symons fireheartlove There are certain natures to whom work is nothing, the act of work everything. Arthur Symons certainwork The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world. Arthur Symons mysticspeakworld Night, a more perfect day. Arthur Symons perfect-daysperfectnight And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend! Arthur Symons stoopsendslove My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring. Arthur Symons cloudyopalsoul
