Suddenly in the Midst of Friends

Suddenly in the midst of friends,
Of brothers known to me more and more,
And their secrets, histories, tastes, hero-worships,
Schemes, love-affairs, known to me
\; \; \; Suddenly I felt lonely.
Felt like a child in a field with no more games to play
Because I have not a lady
\; \; \; to whom to send my thoughts at that hour
\; \; \; that she might crown my peace.


Published in: on September 28, 2011 at 7:22 am  Comments (2)  

On Music

Music is mere beauty; it is beauty in the abstract, beauty in isolation. It is a shapeless and liquid element of beauty, in which a man may really float, not indeed affirming the truth, but not denying it.

George Bernard Shaw (1910).

Published in: on September 21, 2011 at 8:59 am  Leave a Comment  


There is one sin: to call a green leaf grey,
Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth.
There is one blasphemy: for death to pray,
For God alone knoweth the praise of death.

There is one creed: ‘neath no world-terror’s wing
Apples forget to grow on apple-trees.
There is one thing needful — everything —
The rest is vanity of vanities.


Published in: on September 14, 2011 at 9:44 pm  Leave a Comment  

“The way to respect a religion”

We talk much about “respecting” this or that person’s religion; but the way to respect a religion is to treat it as a religion: to ask what are its tenets and what are the consequences. But modern tolerance is deafer than intolerance. The old religious authorities, at least, defined a heresy before they condemned it, and read a book before they burned it. But we are always saying to a Mormon or a Moslem — “Never mind about your religion, come to my arms.” To which he naturally replies — “But I do mind about my religion, and I advise you to mind your eye.”

The Illustrated London News, 13 May 1911.

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