Quotes by : Arthur Symons

There are certain natures to whom work is nothing the act of work everything.

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.

As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded....

Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating....

Love I never associated with the senses, it was not even passion that I wanted; it was a conscious, subtle,....