There are certain scenes, certain hills and valleys and groves of pines which demand that a story shall be written about them. I would refine; I would say that the emotions aroused by these external things reverberating in the heart are indeed the story; or all that signifies the story....We translate a hill into a tale, conceive lovers to explain a brook, turn the perfect into the imperfect.
In every grain of wheat there lies hidden the soul of a star. - Arthur Machen
In every grain of wheat there lies hidden the soul of a star.
- Arthur Machen
It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible. - Arthur Machen
It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.
We lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, is the other that hides in me? - Arthur Machen
We lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, is the other that hides in me?
There are sacraments of evil as well as of good about us, and we live and move to my belief in an unknown world, a place where there are caves and sh… - Arthur Machen
There are sacraments of evil as well as of good about us, and we live and move to my belief in an unknown world, a place where there are caves and sh…
Very softly, but very swiftly, Last, the man with the grey face and the staring eyes, bolted for his life, down and away from the White House. Once i… - Arthur Machen
Very softly, but very swiftly, Last, the man with the grey face and the staring eyes, bolted for his life, down and away from the White House. Once i…
Here then is the pattern in my carpet, the sense of the eternal mysteries, the eternal beauty hidden beneath the crust of common and commonplace thin… - Arthur Machen
Here then is the pattern in my carpet, the sense of the eternal mysteries, the eternal beauty hidden beneath the crust of common and commonplace thin…
I dream in fire but work in clay. - Arthur Machen
I dream in fire but work in clay.
We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can't avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole o… - Arthur Machen
We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can't avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole o…
There are strange things lost and forgotten in obscure corners of the newspaper. - Arthur Machen
There are strange things lost and forgotten in obscure corners of the newspaper.
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