Quotes by : W.N.P. Barbellion

Suppose the hellfire of the orthodox really existed! We have no assurance that it does not! It seems....

Youth is an intoxication without wine, someone says. Life is an intoxication. The only sober man is the....

An appetite for knowledge is apt to rush one off one's feet, like any other appetite if not curbed. I....

Suffering does not only insulate. It drops its victim in an ocean desert where he sees men as distant....

To forget the past so easily seems scarcely loyal to oneself. I am so selfishly absorbed in my present....

When the sun grew too hot we went into the wood where waves of Bluebells dashed around the foot of the....

The porter spends his days in the Library keeping strict vigil over this catacomb of books, passing along....