to grow old is to have taken away, one by one, all gifts of life, the food and wine, the music and the company. ... the gods unloose, one by one, the mortal fingers that cling to the edge of… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Only one person in a thousand knows the trick of really living in the present. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Inevitably, the flood of literary pornography loosed on us is dulling our reactions of surprise or shock. Its writers are forced to raise the… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Think of all the really successful men and women you know. Do you know a single one who didn't learn very young the trick… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
No form of art repeats or imitates successfully all that can be said by another; the writer conveys his experience of life along a… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
All writers who can claim to be called 'living' must be political in a sense. They must have what the Quakers call a concern… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Nationalism will keep its venom until we succeed in creating an image of the nations of the whole world as so many provinces. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Lord, if there is a heartache Vienna cannot cure I hope never to feel it. I came home cured of everything except Vienna. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Language is one of the thin walls humanity has built up over centuries against its own bestial and destructive impulses. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
