Tag: France

Is there anything else you want to know?
Symbol of departure or of loneliness?
He had written verses for her again after ten years.
The full morning light had come.
His mind emptied of theory and courage, lapsed back into a listless peace.
You see that it is that thing which it is and no other thing.
An esthetic image is presented to us either in space or in time.
I see, however, two ways out.
That seems to be a maze out of which we cannot escape.
Something we see and like!
What is art? What is the beauty it expresses?
Our day will come yet, believe me.
I shall express myself as I am.
We never can say what is in us.
These are some interesting points we might take up.
What lay behind it or within it?
Many go down into the depths and never come up.
I stumble on an idea once a fortnight if I am lucky.
A draught is said to be a help in these matters.
What the beautiful is is another question.
The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful.
This is one of the useful arts.
We have the liberal arts and we have the useful arts.
There is an art in lighting a fire.
I went up and knocked at the door.
So there was nothing for it only to stay the night or to foot it out.
I never will forget that day.
What day of the week was it?
How much is the clock fast now?
There was no human figure near him nor any sound borne to him over the air.
How far had he walked? What hour was it?
He halted suddenly and heard his heart in the silence.
A voice from beyond the world was calling.
Yet eternity had no end.
He began to speak in a quiet tone.
It would be a gloomy secret night.
He stood still in the middle of the roadway, his heart clamouring against his bosom in a tumult.
He was in another world: he had awakened from a slumber of centuries.
His blood was in revolt.
He returned to his wanderings.
A keen October wind was blowing round the bank.
Now, then! There’s a memory for you!
It will calm my heart. My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.
He wondered had he been in her thoughts as she had been in his.
Welcome to our trusty friend!
No sound of footsteps came up or down the road.
The door opened quietly and closed.
By thinking of things you could understand them.
Let him remember that too when he grows up.
There is another way but I won’t tell you what it is.