To the man whose senses are alive and alert there is not even the need to stir from one's threshold. Henry Miller More Quotes by Henry Miller More Quotes From Henry Miller We kill because we are afraid of our own shadow, afraid that if we used a little common sense we'd have to admit that our glorious principles were wrong. Henry Miller common-sense shadow war Everything was for tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. The present was only a bridge and on this bridge they are still groaning, as the world groans, and not one idiot ever thinks of blowing up the bridge. Henry Miller bridges world thinking When you travel often, you will be addicted to it forever. Henry Miller forever My world of human beings had perished. I was utterly alone in the world and for friends I had the streets, and the streets spoke to me in that sad, bitter language compounded of human misery, yearning, regret, failure, wasted effort Henry Miller effort regret world If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms. Henry Miller ambition work believe One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses. Henry Miller stifling reason reason-why Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of any help except by being kind, generous, and patient. Henry Miller work-out destiny men Don't look for miracles. You yourself are the miracle. Henry Miller miracle looks I have never been able to look upon America as young and vital but rather as prematurely old, as a fruit which rotted before it had a chance to ripen. Henry Miller literature america looks Think only what is right there, what is right under your nose to do. It's such a simple thing - that's why people can't do it. Henry Miller simple people thinking Plots and character don't make life. Life is here and now, anytime you say the word, anytime you let her rip. Henry Miller rip plot character You can travel fifty thousand miles in America without once tasting a piece of good bread. Henry Miller cooking food america Writing, like life itself, is a voyage of discovery. The adventure is a metaphysical one: it is a way of approaching life indirectly, of acquiring a total rather than a partial view of the universe. The writer lives between the upper and lower worlds: he takes the path in order eventually to become the path himself. Henry Miller writing discovery adventure And for that one moment of freedom you have to listen to all that love crap... it drive me nuts sometimes... I want to kick them out immediately... I do now and then. But that doesn't keep them away. They like it, in fact. The less you notice them the more they chase after you. There's something perverse about women... they're all masochists at heart. Henry Miller women nuts heart One thing is certain, that when you die and are resurrected you belong to the earth and whatever is of the earth is yours inalienably. You become an anomaly of nature, a being without shadow; you will never die again but only pass away like the phenomena about you. Henry Miller shadow anomalies passing-away Life, as we all know, is conflict, and man, being part of life, is himself an expression of conflict. If he recognizes the fact and accepts it, he is apt, despite the conflict, to know peace and to enjoy it. But to arrive at this end, which is only a beginning (for we haven’t begun to live yet!), a man has got to learn the doctrine of acceptance, that is, of unconditional surrender, which is love. Henry Miller acceptance expression men Art teaches nothing, except the significance of life. Henry Miller significance teach art When you meet the man [Brassai] you see at once that he is equipped with no ordinary eyes. And the sharpness of vision and depth of insight are revealed in Brassai's lifelong photographic exploration of Paris - its people, places, and things. Henry Miller paris eye men Obscenity is a cleansing process, whereas pornography only adds to the murk. Henry Miller cleansing literature add Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness. Henry Miller analysis power evil
