Suddenly I awake to a stark amazement at everything... To be alive is so incredible that all I can do is to… — W.N.P. Barbellion Alive Copy Share Image
In the enfranchised mind of the scientific naturalist, the usual feelings of repugnance simply do not exist. Curiosity conquers prejudice. — W.N.P. Barbellion Conquer Copy Share Image
I can remember wondering as a child if I were a young Macaulay or Ruskin and secretly deciding that I was. My… — W.N.P. Barbellion Bitter Copy Share Image
“When I feel ill, cinema pictures of the circumstances of my death flit across my mind's eye. I cannot prevent them. I… — W.N.P. Barbellion Death Copy Share Image
An appetite for knowledge is apt to rush one off one's feet, like any other appetite if not curbed. I often stand… — W.N.P. Barbellion Appetite 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… — W.N.P. Barbellion Book Copy Share Image
Youth is an intoxication without wine, someone says. Life is an intoxication. The only sober man is the melancholiac, who, disenchanted, looks… — W.N.P. Barbellion Clutch Copy Share Image
I waste much time gaping and wondering. During a walk or in a book or in the middle of an embrace, suddenly… — W.N.P. Barbellion Alive Copy Share Image
“To forget the past so easily seems scarcely loyal to oneself. I am so selfishly absorbed in my present self that I… — W.N.P. Barbellion Forget the past Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think I am going mad. I live for days in the mystery and tears of things so that the commonest… — W.N.P. Barbellion Attitude Copy Share Image
“When the sun grew too hot we went into the wood where waves of Bluebells dashed around the foot of the Oak… — W.N.P. Barbellion Joy Copy Share Image
My confessions are shameless. I confess, but do not repent. The fact is, my confessions are prompted, not by ethical motives, butintellectual.… — W.N.P. Barbellion Confession Copy Share Image
From the drawing-room window I see pass almost daily an old gentleman with white hair, a firm step, broad shoulders, healthy pink… — W.N.P. Barbellion Always smile Copy Share Image
As soon as we are born, if we could but get up, bath, dress, shave, breakfast once for all, if we could… — W.N.P. Barbellion Alive Copy Share Image
“Her journal is my journal. All mine is stale reading now. She has written down all my thoughts and forestalled me! Already… — W.N.P. Barbellion Writing Copy Share Image
Suppose the hellfire of the orthodox really existed! We have no assurance that it does not! It seems incredible, but many incredible… — W.N.P. Barbellion After death Copy Share Image
“My darling sweetheart, you ask me why I love you. I do not know. All I know is that I do love… — W.N.P. Barbellion Love Copy Share Image
How I hate the man who talks about the 'brute creation', with an ugly emphasis on Brute. Only Christians are capable of… — W.N.P. Barbellion Ancestry Copy Share Image
“I have reveled in my littleness and irresponsibility. It has relieved me of the harassing desire to live, I feel content to… — W.N.P. Barbellion Atoms Copy Share Image
