Literature

Art

Art

Because the soul is progressive, it never quite repeats itself, but in every act attempts the production of a new and fairer whole. This appears in works both of the useful and the fine arts, if we employ the popular distinction of works according to their aim, either at use or beauty. Thus in ou.....

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Letter To Ghandi 1919

Letter To Ghandi 1919

Shanti Niketan, April 12, 1919 Dear Mahatmaji, Power in all it’s forms is irrational, it is like the horse that drags the carriage blindfolded. The moral element in it is only represented in the man who drives the horse. Passive resistance is a force which is not necessarily moral in itself.....

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Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds

Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds

Carisbrooke, April 17th and 18th, 1817 My dear Reynolds, Ever since I wrote to my Brothers from Southhampton I have been in a taking, and at this moment I am about to become settled, for I have unpacked my books, put them into a snug corner pinned up Haydon Mary Queen Scotts, and Milton with [&he.....

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Letter To George And Thomas Keats

Letter To George And Thomas Keats

Hampstead Sunday 22 December 1818 My dear Brothers, I must crave your pardon for not having written ere this . . .  The excellence of every Art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with Beauty & Truth Examine King Lear & .....

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Speculations On Metaphysics

Speculations On Metaphysics

THE MIND. I It is an axiom in mental philosophy that we can think of nothing which we have not perceived. When I say that we can think of nothing, I mean, we can imagine nothing, we can reason of nothing, we can remember nothing, we can foresee nothing. The most astonishing combinations of poetry.....

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The Work Of Gertrude Stein

The Work Of Gertrude Stein

One evening in the winter, some years ago, my brother came to my rooms in the city of Chicago bringing with him a book by Gertrude Stein. The book was called Tender Buttons and, just at that time, there was a good deal of fuss and fun being made over it in American newspapers. I […]

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The Decay Of Lying

The Decay Of Lying

A dialogue. Persons: Cyril and Vivian. Scene: the Library of a country house in Nottinghamshire. Cyril (coming in through the open window from the terrace). My dear Vivian, don’t coop yourself up all day in the library. It is a perfectly lovely afternoon. The air is exquisite. There is a mi.....

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Pen, Pencil, And Poison

Pen, Pencil, And Poison

It has constantly been made a subject of reproach against artists and men of letters that they are lacking in wholeness and completeness of nature. As a rule this must necessarily be so. That very concentration of vision and intensity of purpose which is the characteristic of the artistic tempera.....

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My Kinsman, Major Molineux

My Kinsman, Major Molineux

My Kinsman, Major Molineux by Nathaniel Hawthorne After the kings of Great Britain had assumed the right of appointing the colonial governors, the measures of the latter seldom met with the ready and generous approbation which had been paid to those of their predecessors, under the original chart.....

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Hodja and the Baklava

Hodja and the Baklava

Hodja and the Baklava (A Turkish Tale) One day long ago, a foreign scholar traveled through Anatolia, and in each village and town he visited, he asked to meet the wisest man. When he arrived in Ashkehir, he stopped in the marketplace and asked the merchants where he might find the wisest man in .....

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William Wilson

William Wilson

Let me call myself, for the present, William Wilson. The fair page now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation. This has been already too much an object for the scorn for the horror for the detestation of my race. To the uttermost regions of the globe have not the indignant [.....

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The Man Who Made Trees Bloom

The Man Who Made Trees Bloom

The Man Who Made Trees Bloom (A Japanese Tale) Long ago an old man and his wife lived simply but happily. They loved each other, and also loved their little dog, Shiro, whose name means “white.” Shiro, you see, was white as new snow, and just as pure of heart. One day as the old [&hel.....

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