Arthur Symons

All art is a form of artifice.For in art there can be no prejudices.

— Arthur Symons

And I would have, now love is over,Stoop to become your friend!

— Arthur Symons

The gray-green stretch of sandy grass,Withers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone.

— Arthur Symons

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

— Arthur Symons

Here in a little lonely roomAnd the planets come to me.

— Arthur Symons

Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders.

— Arthur Symons

What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves.... He must have the passion of a lover.

— Arthur Symons

I have loved colours, and not flowers;Without the comradeship of things.

— Arthur Symons

I heard the sighing of the reedsI seemed to be remembering.

— Arthur Symons

They weave a slow andante as in sleep,A treachery of silence; infinite.

— Arthur Symons

The gipsy tents are on the down,With a gipsy for my dear!

— Arthur Symons

My life is like a music-hall,Dance to amuse a music-hall.

— Arthur Symons

Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air,As I saw her once for a while.

— Arthur Symons

O my child, who wronged you first, and beganShall answer for yours in hell.

— Arthur Symons

The wind is rising on the sea,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.

— Arthur Symons

I have laid sorrow to sleep;Now weeps.

— Arthur Symons

They pass upon their old, tremulous feet,Men have forgotten.

— Arthur Symons

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?From bud to flower in the way of roses.

— Arthur Symons

He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue.

— Arthur Symons

Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance.

— Arthur Symons

The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

— Arthur Symons