Having once aroused in our mind enough faith in our own will-power to create a universe of contemplation and forget everything else, there are few limitations to the happiness we may enjoy. — John Cowper Powys Copy Share Image
“It always gave Wolf a peculiar thrill thus to tighten his grip upon his stick, thus to wrap himself more closely in his faded… — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
“though books, as Milton says, may be the embalming of mighty spirits, they are also the resurrection of rebellious, reactionary, fantastical, and wicked spirits!… — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
Let none count themselves wise who have not with the nerves of their imagination felt the pain of the vivisected. — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
The mistake we make is to turn upon our past with angry wholesale negation. … The way of wisdom is to treat it airily,… — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
Our rulers at the present day, with their machines and their preachers, are all occupied in putting into our heads the preposterous notion that… — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
Every day that we allow ourselves to take things for granted, every day that we allow some little physical infirmity or worldly worry to… — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
To read great books does not mean one becomes ‘bookish’; it means that something of the terrible insight of Dostoyevsky, of the richly-charged imagination… — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
The permanent mental attitude which the sensitive intelligence derives from philosophy is an attitude that combines extreme reverence with limitless skepticism. — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
It is that cricket field that, in all the sharp and bitter moments of life as they come to me now, gives me a… — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
“There occurred within a causal radius of Brandon Station one of those infinitesimal ripples in the creative silence of the First Cause. In the… — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
Most of the pathetic scenes in almost everybody's life are scenes unnoted by anyone and totally disregarded by the person in question. — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
The love that interferes and knows not how to leave alone is a love alien to Nature's ways. — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
"The meaning of culture" is nothing less than the conduct of life itself, fortified, thickened, made more crafty and subtle, by contact with books… — John Cowper Powys Copy Share
