Youth is an intoxication without wine, someone says. Life is an intoxication. The only sober man is the melancholiac, who, disenchanted, looks at life, sees it as it really is, and cuts his throat. If this be so, I want… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share Image
“The porter spends his days in the Library keeping strict vigil over this catacomb of books, passing along between the shelves and yet never… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
Sometimes I think I am going mad. I live for days in the mystery and tears of things so that the commonest object, the… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
“I have reveled in my littleness and irresponsibility. It has relieved me of the harassing desire to live, I feel content to live dangerously,… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
Suddenly I awake to a stark amazement at everything... To be alive is so incredible that all I can do is to lie still… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
“To forget the past so easily seems scarcely loyal to oneself. I am so selfishly absorbed in my present self that I have grown… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
I waste much time gaping and wondering. During a walk or in a book or in the middle of an embrace, suddenly I awake… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
I can remember wondering as a child if I were a young Macaulay or Ruskin and secretly deciding that I was. My infant mind… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
An appetite for knowledge is apt to rush one off one's feet, like any other appetite if not curbed. I often stand in the… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
“When the sun grew too hot we went into the wood where waves of Bluebells dashed around the foot of the Oak in front… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
“When I feel ill, cinema pictures of the circumstances of my death flit across my mind's eye. I cannot prevent them. I consider the… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
In the enfranchised mind of the scientific naturalist, the usual feelings of repugnance simply do not exist. Curiosity conquers prejudice. — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
Youth is an intoxication without wine, someone says. Life is an intoxication. The only sober man is the melancholiac, who, disenchanted, looks at life,… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
How I hate the man who talks about the 'brute creation', with an ugly emphasis on Brute. Only Christians are capable of it. As… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
“Her journal is my journal. All mine is stale reading now. She has written down all my thoughts and forestalled me! Already I have… — W.N.P. Barbellion Copy Share
